It`s sunny and hot outside, but I`m not on the beach. I`m just sitting on the coach and drinking ice tea(not an icy mojito, unfortunately).Funny how the heat doesn`t remind me of the seaside, but brings the picture of a lonely highway in mind.....Oh, I love roadtrips!
Picture this - me, with you,driving a black Ford Mustang 260 Cabrio on my imaginary road. Leona Lewis` "I got you" is on the radio (u gotta love this one), so I sing along with it. The leather seats are overheated and my legs are burning. The wind is playing with my hair so i fix it up in a pony tail. I look at you and see my reflection in your sunglasses. God, this girl appears to be so happy, and her smile - soo real. Just as I try to start singing (or whatever it is that I`m doing) our fingers cross and you start explaining about the perfect holliday you`ve planned.Wait..Is it the holiday or you?
And just as I open my mouth to ask you, the songs change and now Michael Buble`s "Haven`t met you yet" is on. All of a sudden, I`m driving the car and what`s even worse - I`m alone. It`s still hot, I`m on the same road, in the same car. Only this time you`re not here. Where did you go?Did you leave me? Why aren`t you here? Oh yeah, no need to panic...."I just haven`t met you yet"
