the next thing i knew, we were in your pickup truck.
you were driving us down the highway, as you blasted these retro tunes.
the windows were down and my hair was going everywhere.
and even though you were driving, you managed to take a picture.
i watched it develop, and when it did I gasped.
sun flares gleamed brightly behind my head, i was mid-laugh and in the photo i looked like a model.
"ashton its so beautiful."
and you smiled at me, taking your eyes briefly off the road.
"it may be beautiful, but it doesn't do you justice."
my face reddened and you laughed, continuing down the endless road looking for an untouched path.
YOU ARE READING
polaroids
Random||book two of the obsession series|| a.i you took photos that took breaths away but you, solely, took mine away
