Today is your last day of college. As much as I dislike being in that dorm, I will miss going on drives with you, being careless, smoking cigarettes, letting you drive my car, and bonding over Radiohead.
On our first date, we kissed in your car. You had this great moon roof, too, so that we could look at the stars. (All the "shooting stars" were just airplanes that we should have been on to far-off places).
Now I have my own car so it never happens much any more, but I really miss that.
Knowing that one path just leads to another, I love getting lost. Knowing that love is just an echo, I love falling in love with you all over again. And again... And again...