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Late night drives, mix-tapes and street lights.
A few nights ago a couple of my high school friends and I drove through the rain to a bar a few towns over, and I had what four, five or six rum and coke and was challenged, again, to play poker, and I was very good at it and nobody really minded how much alcohol we had or how much money we won.
We drove back home when the bar closed at 4, the streets completely silent, and I can’t remember exactly what we were talking about but I remember sitting in the passenger seat with the music on and the heat blasting and feeling very warm and safe and whole.
It’s nothing like friends and times nobody can replace! Great way to express my definition if love at thend warm safe and comfortable at peace!