without being too smooth-tongued or using elegant and descriptive language, i suppose it just comes down to being so fucking comfortable with you, anywhere, at any time, in any place. you were right, i do sometimes underestimate how much you like me. but at times like that, with light rain drops on the windshield and the glow of the headlights reflecting on the wet cement, and your hand on top of mine, i know we're right where we want to be.