Broken radio.

You found me wandering, alone, dead of night; seriously considering crashing on a bench on the side of the road. Not for any grand reason, only because no place felt right, so a wrong one would do just fine, thank you.

But it wasn't fine for you, because you came for me. Scooped me up from the pavement with a quick laugh to cover over worried eyes. I was an inconvenience. But still, you didn't seem to mind. 

We drove to the next town. And when that wasn't enough, we drove through two towns more. We drove past the house I didn't want to be in, and you didn't stop. You didn't even ask. Maybe you could tell from the way my body went rigid and my breath held, but you knew that it wasn't yet time. We kept going. Another town, another box-full of half secrets. Letting the car saturate with all the words unsaid. 

And I have more to thank you for than a long nighttime drive. I owe more to you than gas money. 
You know more of me than I'm used to, but I could get used to you. 

S. 

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