Co-Pilot: Detours and Destinies

Lauren Nixon-Matney • May 4, 2025

Co-Pilot: Detours and Destinies

Letters To Cleo: Co-Pilot

Audio Book Style

When we first got together, people warned me.

“He’s no good. He’ll break your heart.”

Funny, considering that’s exactly how this song starts.


And they were right—just not in the way they meant.

We’ve hurt each other. We’ve broken each other’s hearts.

But love isn’t about avoiding the cracks.

It’s about whether you can piece them back together,

whether you’re still standing next to each other when the dust settles.


You drive, I navigate.


That’s the setup, but in reality, we’re both just making it up as we go, following the curves, trusting the road, finding our way in the spaces between.


Somewhere between the streetlights and the stardust, we found our rhythm.

Not in the grand moments, but in the in-betweens—

in the way your hand finds mine without looking,

in the way we miss the right turn but never lose our way.

 

We dance in kitchens like the floor is a map,

like we are tracing every road we’ve taken to get here.

Your hand in mine, spinning, spinning,

two bodies in motion, caught in their own gravity.


We get lost on backroads with the windows down,

your voice rising over the static of old songs on the radio,

and somehow, we always end up right where we’re meant to be.


Life speeds by, a blur of neon signs and headlights.

We are co-pilots in a world that never slows down,

navigating with nothing but instinct,

spinning worlds like roulette wheels,

chasing sunrises, chasing each other,

never needing a destination—only the ride.


And I know there will be rough roads,

days when the car breaks down, when the gas runs low,

when the rain makes it impossible to see what’s ahead.

But I also know you’ll be there, one hand on the wheel,

one hand reaching for mine,

telling me, like you always do,

“We’ve been through worse. We’ll figure it out.”


So, maybe you did break my heart.

And I broke yours.

But we never let it be the end of the story.

We kept driving, kept choosing, kept moving forward

Some loves are soft like slow-dancing,

but ours is wild—wind in our hair,

barefoot on the dashboard,

laughing too hard to breathe.

A love built on running toward something unseen,

on never needing to know where the road ends,

only that we’re taking it together.


We move like constellations—

orbiting, spinning, drawn back to each other.



Some loves are made for whispered words and stillness.

But ours is movement, momentum, a streak of light across the sky—

impossible to hold, impossible to stop. 


Maybe love isn’t about where you’re going,

but who’s in the passenger seat when you get there. 

Searching For Stars

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