I stare at her, and I think she stares back. Across the dirt ring. Across the crowd. We lock eyes and get lost in each other. She offers me a small thumbs up, one that makes my chest ache at the memory of being on the road with her. All I can do is stare back. I’m always fucking staring at her. I want to spend the rest of my life staring at her. Then she mouths, I love you.
