2002-02-25 - 4:22 p.m.
it was one of my favorite songs playing while the windows of the car were down on the prettiest day we'd had in a while. he was sitting beside of me and the sun was shining in through the windshield and we were holding hands. the wind was coming in and our hair was blowing and for a minute everything was perfect. in-the-movies perfect. the kind of perfect that doesn't ever really happen in real life. at least not mine. but it's been happening a lot since i met him.