He packed his car and took one last look at the mountains in the distance. He was not looking forward to having to drive the roller coaster road for the next one hundred miles of his trip. He thinks to how long it felt like he has been away - too long. He slams the trunk shut and hugs his mother and father goodbye. Getting in his car, he rolls down the window, gives a quick wave and is on his way. He takes the exit to the thruway headed north, lights a cigarette, and watches the clouds scuttle across the sky.
He felt a pull inside him since the day he left and it only grew stronger. Each mile of each state he has gone through, the pull grew stronger. He wanted to deny the feeling, that there was no other reason than wanting to be in his own bed again, but he would have to call himself a liar as well. She was in his mind in a most potent way. Each sign he drove by had her name, each mileage sign said the number of miles until he saw her again. He sipped at his bitter coffee and took a drag from his cigarette and tried to drive her from his mind. He flicked on his Ipod, hoping to drown out thoughts of her with music, but The Proclaimers "I Would Walk (500 Miles)" begins to play and he groans at the thought of fate laughing at him.
He drove through the day and in to part of the night when he pulled in his driveway, watching the snow swirl around his tires. He looks at his house and closes his eyes. Finally home, he thought, but the pull wasn't pulling him here and finally he had to admit that the pull was from his desire to be with her. He slipped the car into reverse and backs out of his drive, determined to hold her in his arms before he does anything else, because after being away for so long, nothing else but her matters to him at this very moment. He smirks and thinks, he is in deeper than he thought he would be, but he wants to be even deeper - he decided he is done trying to fight it.
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