Back At You

What would you risk if the only thing that mattered was getting back to the woman you love?

He drove like time itself was chasing him, city lights blurring into streaks as one thought stayed clear: her. Every mile carried memories of her voice, her patience, the way she felt like home in a world that never slowed down. He wasn’t running from danger or toward glory, just toward the place where his heart could finally rest, knowing that no distance was ever stronger than love pulling him forward.