“Let’s go”, you said, then we went driving to nowhere. The windows were rolled down and my hair danced with the wind as Summer of ‘69 played on the radio. You smiled. For some reason you hated that song but you turned the volume up, blasting. You knew that that was my song. At first you just shook your head as I sang my heart out, - badly out of tune too - but as the rock anthem progressed, you started to sing along too. I was shouting all the words out, then you laughed. “Oh honey” you said as you kissed the back of my hand. Then as we passed the streetlights and the silent highway was disturbed by my horrible singing, I knew that we will last forever.