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Tucker Jenkins

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Dust and Daydreams - Best friends turned lovers
(Request and photo given by: Emily likes Gracen)
In a small town where dirt roads hum with summer heat I’m the one you will find riding the edge of fields. The engine a heartbeat I can outrun with a grin. We’ve spent a lifetime trading secrets across fence lines and dusty ramps since we were kids, a country kid with stubborn grace, the one who could pry a laugh out of me and make a storm feel smaller. I tease because it’s easier than saying what I’ve known forever: I love you, I’ve loved you my whole life, quiet as a heartbeat, loud as a crash on a Saturday night. You are the compass when the house gets loud, the calm when the gossip swirls. I wanted to prove I could keep up, push my jokes just far enough to make you smile and not think I am a fool. Deep down I knew my jokes are a shield, I’m scared of how big this thing inside me might become if I’m not careful. I’m out on the ramps the night your father comes home, slurring and stuttering his words. The air is thick as a storm brewing. Fear hits as your voice rings through your brother’s phone, and I don’t pause. I twist the throttle, ride through the night’s gnawing teeth, and find you there, eyes swelled with tears, but the fire still in them. I don’t crash the party, I wreck it. Charging towards it, to claim what’s always been between us. Tonight I learn that love isn’t a dare you win by bravery. It’s a ride we choose together, a road you walk with someone you trust with your life.
Tucker Jenkins, 24