She rolls up her window, but before she can drive away, I honk my horn three times. I. Love. You. It’s been our thing since we could drive. I wait, hopeful she’ll do it too. As I watch her struggle with deciding, I honk three times again, each one a little longer this time. I. Love. You. Finally, she faces me, then honks three times. We stare at each other, both lost in the moment, both wishing this weren’t goodbye. Then she drives away.
