She doesn’t hesitate.

Not reckless, not timid,
           just present.

Eyes up,
     hands sure,
     every movement measured

     but never second-guessed.

She knows when to press,
          when to ease,

          when to let momentum do the work.

And I love that.

Not just behind the wheel—
        but in everything.

The way she moves,
    the way she decides,
    the way she carries herself

    through a world that never slows down.

She doesn’t swerve for things that don’t matter,
    doesn’t miss what’s right in front of her,
    doesn’t stall when the path is unclear,

    and never takes her eyes off the roads that matter most.

She knows when to *wait*.
    When to let silence settle,
    when to make space for something unspoken,

    when moving forward means making sure I’m still beside her.

And maybe that’s why,
    when I’m with her…

    no matter how fast,
    no matter how unknown the road—

    I never feel lost.

I'm just sitting back,
    watching her take the lead,
    and knowing…

    I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.