Red car
it’s funny how i automatically thought of your red car when i see any red car on the street. There’s part of me that’s fearing that it is yours. I think that this is the only last memory of you that still haunts me. No, i don’t think about you anymore but the thought of seeing your red car somewhere in Strasbourg is not something i would love to go through. But then again i can’t help it when my mind goes straight to you everytime a red car passed by.
Your red car, boy did you love that car so much. The second car that you bought with your own money. An italian red car with all the cool features. You love to drive for hours in it, we passed moments there too. The first time you took me to my place, the times we had sex in the parking lot in the back of your car, oh the thrill of having sex in public places just get us, the times i see you drive and all concentrated on the road and i scratch the back of your head while you drive, the time we made out (and a little quick blow) before we go to mcdo. I loved that moments. I know now that i don’t miss you in person but i missed the moments we had passed together. It was perfect. Maybe that’s also why your red car still haunts me. I miss the things that we did in that car more than you. Honestly i can say that I’m over you right now but I’m not over the moments we had that i still am willing to go back with you just for that moments.
Like on my other post, i wrote about how i was wondering how my feelings would be on the day i passed by your tinder profile. Today was the day. I saw your tinder profile and gabe made a joke on how i should super like you and all i say was “ew” while i click on that red cross, passing your profile just like that. I complicated lots of things in my head where the truth is, when it happened it would most probably be nothing. I really am looking forward to the day i pass by you in real life somewhere in Strasbourg. I can’t promise myself i would ace it but i sure do hope so.
I told myself i would be that crazy ex girlfriend who when i see your car i would loooove to scratch it just to see you explode knowing how much you love that car. At least you can repair your fucking car in no time, unlike you when you broke my heart and it took me double the time of our relationship to heal myself. Thank you though. Now i can see ciao adios I’m sooooo done with you.
Your red car, boy did you love that car so much. The second car that you bought with your own money. An italian red car with all the cool features. You love to drive for hours in it, we passed moments there too. The first time you took me to my place, the times we had sex in the parking lot in the back of your car, oh the thrill of having sex in public places just get us, the times i see you drive and all concentrated on the road and i scratch the back of your head while you drive, the time we made out (and a little quick blow) before we go to mcdo. I loved that moments. I know now that i don’t miss you in person but i missed the moments we had passed together. It was perfect. Maybe that’s also why your red car still haunts me. I miss the things that we did in that car more than you. Honestly i can say that I’m over you right now but I’m not over the moments we had that i still am willing to go back with you just for that moments.
Like on my other post, i wrote about how i was wondering how my feelings would be on the day i passed by your tinder profile. Today was the day. I saw your tinder profile and gabe made a joke on how i should super like you and all i say was “ew” while i click on that red cross, passing your profile just like that. I complicated lots of things in my head where the truth is, when it happened it would most probably be nothing. I really am looking forward to the day i pass by you in real life somewhere in Strasbourg. I can’t promise myself i would ace it but i sure do hope so.
I told myself i would be that crazy ex girlfriend who when i see your car i would loooove to scratch it just to see you explode knowing how much you love that car. At least you can repair your fucking car in no time, unlike you when you broke my heart and it took me double the time of our relationship to heal myself. Thank you though. Now i can see ciao adios I’m sooooo done with you.
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