drabble #4: Racing Love

I used to believe the best feeling in the world you could only obtain from racing - just you, a car, and the never ending road.

Racing - the best feeling in the world? I was wrong.

When you’re driving so fast in that sportscar you get the sensation of ceasing to exist, like a disturbingly pleasant limbo. You forget reality; forget about all your problems, all you care about is getting faster, faster, fool…

But that’s stupid. Because when you get back on earth you’ve still got to face those problems, and those problems have probably worsened since you’ve wasted time with your head literally in the clouds. The horizon is your limit until you’re so far away from the starting point you forget the people that really matter.

Who knew the best feeling in the world wouldn’t be achieved from a euphoric potion, or being surrounded by so much money you’re bathing in dollars, but just holding the one you truly love so close in your arms you can feel their heartbeat (one thump, two thumps, three), and sealing it with a kiss.

But don’t worry if you haven’t experienced that feeling yet, because it’ll come. Maybe not soon, but the wait is more exhilarating. And when you do finally sense it, you’ll think back to this and smile, you’ll probably want to shake my hand, and you’ll probably want to punch me for not warning you, because it’ll hit you so hard.