Like that song you play driving with the windows down. The wind caressing your hair. The feeling that nothing in life could get any better. The sun beating on your face, reminding you that there is nothing like California. The thought that your best friend will be there forever, an infinite amount of time. And yet... time gets the best of us. It twists. It turns. And before we know it... is gone.
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I'm your best friend. And time can suck it. Because no matter what, or how far apart we are, when you are driving down the freeway with the hot sun creeping in through your windows, blasting taper jean girl with your windows down, i'll be in that passenger seat. No matter what.
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