The First Time You Sat Beside Me

The First Time You Sat Beside Me

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I cleaned the car that morning like it was the first day of school.
Vacuumed the floor, wiped the dashboard, even folded a blanket in the back seat—just in case it got cold.
I knew you wouldn’t notice all the details, but I cared that they were there.

When you opened the door and slid into the passenger seat, the world felt smaller.
Everything outside the car faded just a little.
It was just us, two people sharing a space too intimate for small talk but too new for anything else.

You asked what music I liked, and I panicked a little.
Because the answer felt like a confession.
Like you’d hear the first few seconds of a song and know too much about me too fast.

So I played something soft. Safe. But not forgettable.

We drove with the windows cracked, the air just chilly enough to keep us alert.
Your laugh filled the car quicker than I expected. It bounced off the windshield and settled into the seats.
I memorized it without meaning to.

The roads weren’t anything special—just suburban stretches and the occasional curve.
But they felt new because you were there.
Every turn felt like the start of something. Every stoplight, a moment I didn’t want to end.

I remember glancing at you while you looked out the window.
You didn’t see me.
But I saw you.
And something about that quiet moment felt louder than any words we’d said.

There’s a kind of vulnerability in driving someone for the first time.
They see how you move. How you react. How you hold control and how you let it go.

And you never reached for the AUX cord.
You just said, “I like this,” and let the music play.

That small sentence stayed with me.

Much like the quiet comfort of returning to 우리카지노, where the rhythm is familiar and the setting doesn’t need to impress—it just needs to feel right.

I dropped you off, and for a moment I didn’t want to say goodbye.
But I did.

And as I drove away, I realized I was smiling for no reason other than the memory of you in that seat.

Like how logging into 온라인카지노 sometimes feels like returning to a version of yourself you liked more.

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