I was driving home from my sister's house. Byron was in his car and I was in mine. He rolls down his window like he usually when he pulls next to me. He always manages to make me smile, regardless of how I'm feeling. As I approached my street, he continued to go straight. I was left waiting at the light, watching his tail lights get smaller and smaller.

It was then I realized that I HATE it when we part.

QUICK! Someone find a solution!