Just sold the first car I bought. For reference, I bought it 18 years ago and was still driving it until today, when in traded it for a newer car. Not because I wanted to, but because my family is growing and i need something safer and more reliable.
I frigging ugly cried while signing over the title. Im not that emotional but I sobbed like a big baby. All the memories. The friends. Adventures. This car has seen me god through three relationships. I fixed it myself many times. The bloody hands. The sweat. I immediately recalled half my life memories in that one moment. How can one not cry...
People looked at me all weird. you're getting a new car they say. I tell them I learned the true meaning of love, not through people, but from my little car. Because people have come and gone, but my car was always here, the pains the joys, the hard work.. I know its irrational. To imagine myself feeling connected to a chunk of aluminum and steel. But daaaamnn. It hit hard.
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