And I will sit shotgun in your Chevy Silverado,
feet on the dash, windows open, hair flying,
as the cool summer breeze whips around us,
sun gazing down on my sunglasses,
no clouds in the air, no rain droplets to ruin the moment,
blasting country with your hand in mine
twisting fingers together, light squeezes,
silent words of I love you,
and it'll be one of the happiest moments of my life.
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