Elle Vampa

I press my right foot down just a little deeper – gently, but steadfastedly.

Normally I don’t speed, but this feels like an exceptional situation, so I’m sure it’s allowed if I surpass the speed limit by just a few miles an hour?

Although I’ve made it a habit never to rush while actively partaking in traffic (what’s the use, really? If you’re late, those three minutes you get there faster by speeding won’t make the difference), today feels like a fine day to break habits.

Because every minute I get there faster is a minute won.

And every extra sixty seconds I get to spend with him is worth the rush.

I know nothing about this makes sense. The timing, the fact it’s mutual, the way it happened. Nothing makes sense! My head has no idea what’s going on. I can’t seem to knit it together; there’s no logic in all this.

But my heart skips another few happy beats as the quickly-turning-to-orange-traffic light in front of me fails to stop me – literally.

Ha!

Four minutes early :) I’m actually quite proud of myself.

That wellknown inner voice is stirring, but I shut it up as I shut down the engine.

Love is not rational. And yes, I’m scared to death about what’s happening.

But only for a little while.

As I rest my head upon his chest and listen to his calm heartbeat, all nicely wrapped in his arms, the only thing my inner voice can conclude is:

Thank goodness for those extra four minutes.