Empty Seat

I heard an old song today and it made me laugh out loud. It was Passenger's Seat.

I was suddenly reminded of the time where commuting home meant, zigzag-ing South Super Highway on my Mom's old ride.

I especially remember, absent-mindedly looking at the empty seat beside me, thinking of my crush. Imaging how it would be like if he was actually sitting there.

Maris (whom I fondly call MS), in fact even watched Stephen Speaks (or was it Steven Speaks? I forget!) perform in Ateneo.