I got in to Beaufort late last night. The trip was, once again, long. But, it seems to go faster since the groove has been cut. On decent into Savannah, I admired how different the lights were at night there than in other parts of the United States. There seemed to be veins within the lights, making it hard to discern a real pattern of streets. I saw tiny cars going around curves. I wondered about the people driving them. I noticed one car, who's headlight in the curve lit up the water it was navigating around. The veins are marsh tides. But something made me think that the driver of that car was a girl just like Alison. Her headlights guiding her winding through the night. In that moment I knew I always wanted to know where her headlights were headed.
In all the little people driving around, all the little stories, I'm dedicated to knowing her heart. I'm dedicated to be her companion. Forever.
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