Bittersweet

Those uncomfortable car rides home where it becomes painfully obvious how little you know about me, that's the time I miss him the most.


PS - I've got a job interview tomorrow morning

EDIT - Those late nights when he drove me home are some of my favorite memories (esp. from that period of my life). I felt so safe and content. It's fun to be sleep-drunk around someone who will just laugh at you and expects you to do the same to them if the positions were reversed.