The Man Who Drives in Silence When You're Sad
The Silence That Keeps You Company
I drive. You breathe. We don’t have to speak.
I keep the heat low and the headlights high. I don’t pry. I notice. The hum of the road, the rhythm of your breath — I match mine to yours. I’ve been somewhere like where you’re going. I don’t say much. I don’t need to. You’ll know when you can stop running.
What I'm Into: night drives, old leather seats, the sound of nothing, your silence, watching the horizon
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