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Imagine we’re driving. Down a road, where there are no cars. The sun is shining, the windows are down, the wind is blowing. It’s just you and I. We’re listening to music and we’re both singing along. Because nothing else matters, but you and I.

I remember the first time I met you- my eyes were gazing. I was afraid to talk to you, I was afraid to meet you. But, I insisted anyway. You’re hair, you’re aura, you’re elegance, you’re smile.

It’s the final summer before I graduate from High School. Undecided on what happens from here- But, I’m gonna make it. Everybody seems to have a plan right before them. I’m just focused on you. Because nothing else matters but you and I.

I wish we could go back to cordless phones and movie theater dates. Retro clothes. Retro everything. Let’s argue over what movie to rent at Blockbuster. Let’s even create a time machine to go back in time to when times were easier.

She was with everything. So was I. Music was everything to us. Times were much simpler then.

I used to go on walks to the beach at night and look at the stars. She carried the Bluetooth speaker and I carried everything else in my backpack. Unsure on what the future was holding, but that’s okay. Because she was right here with me. That’s all that mattered.

I even brought my guitar because real music in real time is better anyway. She would sing and create her own lyrics and I would sing along. We would smile together. The love was real.

The beach was the last day I saw you. The next day you called me and told me you were moving to New York. I didn’t know what to do. I hung up the phone and lashed out.

What now? Everybody is going to college. My love is moving away. My friends are going into the military. I’m here in Paradise where the sun shines and the wind blows.

California Dreaming. The Sun Shine state. Doesn’t everybody move from New York to come to California? So I thought..

She called me back and told me it wasn’t me. She told me she didn’t know how to tell me at the beach.

Ironically, we live in a city called Paradise, but everything around me was the opposite of that.

Funny enough, she wanted to leave Paradise.

She told me that she wanted to chase her dreams and study music.

I guess I never really asked myself what I wanted to do.

All I had was a dream, but that dream was only alive with you.

We never spoke after that.

I listened to Juicy by Notorious B.I.G and it gave me inspiration. Inspiration to dream. Inspiration to imagine. To ask myself questions.

PART 2

I can still hear you. I can still feel you. I can still remember as it was yesterday. The road was empty. The birds were chirping. The radio volume was turned to the max. Our energies were existent and present.

The skies were blue. The sun was shining. The grass was greener then ever. It felt like Zombie Land in some sorts, because everything was still- everything was quiet.

You found music, when I lost it. You found broadway, I found myself in a diner as a dishwasher. My dreams were still alive somehow.

I find myself watching your plays through streams. I wonder if you still think of me like I think of you.

This can’t be it. I scrub one plate. Wash another. Serve another customer. Pray for a tip. And leave.

I get on my bike and ride home. It’s late at night.

I still go to the beach, I still keep my guitar with me. I feel homeless- playing music in public and expecting money and attention. I just need an opportunity.

Maybe I just need to get in my car and drive again.

This time I’m by myself. But, I find myself smiling and listening to the same song we played over and over again. Though you aren’t here with me, that feeling remains present. That feeling is irreplaceable.

The sun is still shining. The road remains empty. I see a hitchhiker. There’s nobody else here. Nobody drives on this route. But you.

I pull over. But, its not you.

She’s lost her way, and needs to find a way home, but she’s far from home.

Part 3

We drove in my car and we both seemed to share common interests- we were two young people in this world looking to find their way. We laughed, listened to music, and decided to become confused together. She wanted to go to a hotel to stay for the time being and I dropped her off. We said our goodbyes and good lucks.

I didn’t think anything of it. I just wanted to do a good thing. I went home.

I went home thinking to myself that I was inspired. Maybe I should do the same thing. Go on a road trip, and find something new.

So I did that.

I told my family I would be back in a week, but I knew that wasn’t the truth. My intention was to go as far as possible for as long as possible. To maybe that I would find my way, somehow.

The next day I found myself leaving to go on an unexpected road trip. Minutes became hours. Hours became days. I was far away from home. The sun was still shining. The music was at maximum volume. The road was still empty.

I stopped at gas station to get some road snacks and drinks. There you were.

You were looking up at the mountain and you were taking pictures.

I went up to you and you turned around. It wasn’t you.

We exchanged laughs and I explained that I mistaken her for someone else.

She told me to chase my dreams. To never let my dream die.

I left. I kept that with me. And I kept driving.

I always wanted to go to Paradise. Not my city. But, to a place other than where I lived. To find love. Love in the world. I stopped in Heaven Oscona, Michigan. Ironic. I traveled from Paradise to get to Heaven.

Part 4

I found myself in a place other than Paradise for the first time in my life. For the first time in my life. I was happy. I was happy without you. I found people on the way. I found my journey. I kept my guitar with me and during pit stops I would play songs and create my own lyrics.

Paradise was within me. I wasn’t in Paradise. I found my way in music again. Demos turned into tracks. Tracks turned into playlists. Playlists turned into singles. Singles turned into projects. Projects turned into recognition. Recognition turned into views. Views turned into dollar bills.

I found myself being paid for music by people that appreciated my art.

You showed up again. But, in a different way. You found me on social media and commended me. The last time I spoke to you was before you left. I wasn’t angry. Neither were you. I was happy to hear from you. Broadway turned into Films. My road trip turned into happiness and success. It worked out for both of us.

I never wanted to leave Heaven Oscona. I found myself. The sun wasn’t shining, but I found myself. So did you.

Outro.

20 years later. I still remain in Heaven Oscona, Michigan. I never left. I remained happy. I’m still happy. I took the leap. And so should you. I was reminded that love remains in the air, and love is present. Loves comes in different forms. I’m a father, with two children with a lovely wife, and a lovely home. Life keeps moving. My road was different, but so is yours. I hope you’re happy- wherever you are. I’ll never forget our times at the beach. But, I make memories at the park now- for I found my new love there. Our Paradise lies within us, and we don’t even know it. I was reminded by many in my journey that my Paradise was in me the entire time. You were telling me the entire time. I just didn’t believe it. Thank you for believing in me. Thank you- to wherever you are. May you be as bright as the stars.

Mr. Creator