"What do you want on the radio?"
I twisted to look at Michael as he fingered his phone. Pulling up my Spotify, I scrolled through my playlists. "Hmm. What mood are you in?"
The tinge of a grin mocked the corners of hi mouth. "Uhm, I don't know. Something adventurous, I guess."
"Your wish is my command, captain." Plucking the aux cord from his hand, I plugged in the sounds of our relationship.
"What is this?" He laughed, grabbing my phone.
"Our music diary." It was funny how different songs took you back to specific moments. How by the strum of a few chords over the radio could bring me back to a time where it was just the two of us sitting inside of his car in a parking lot after dark, or in the middle of a corn field maze back in the fall a couple years ago. We had grown so much
