But is this a reason to be sad?

While others rack their brains over choosing the perfect gift, I choose a comfortable place to spend the night. While someone is nervous before a date, I skillfully maneuver between trucks, catching the rhythm of the road. There is a certain romance in this, you know?

Love? It doesn't always come on the appointed day. And you don't have to wait until February 14th to feel the warmth. Maybe he's already reading this blog, or in the smile of a chance encounter, in the music playing on the speakers as I rush forward....

And who knows, maybe one day at the next rest stop there will be not only hot coffee waiting for me, but also someone who will warm my heart... ❤️