My ride or die

As I wrote this, I realized I have to treat you better. And I will.

Never have I had someone all to myself…I mean, I only share you occasionally.

Never has someone seen my expansive taste in music, which includes some good songs and some (which I personally will admit) bad songs. And never has anyone been able to stay and listen when I am giving my mini-concerts full of passion with my cracking and terrible-pitched voice.
Never has someone seen me at my most insecure, my most confident, my most vulnerable, and my most real moments like you. 
You’ve seen me when I’ve wanted to break down and cry, when I would get lost and frustrated, but also when I’ve been having the time of my life at 1pm or 1am.

I’ve never felt any more comfortable. You’re almost as amazing as a brand new car. It’s because you are my brand new car.

You’re not the fanciest, or the biggest, or the fastest, kind of like me. You’re kind of dirty and need some love, but so do I.

I love my little Scion. I don’t know what I’d do without my car. And its rear-view camera.