Car Therapy

Little red car, you were there for me. There for me while I drove myself to school for the first time senior year. You were there for me as I drove myself to my first job. You were there for me as I sobbed about my first heartbreak. You were there for me when I sat alone, crying in an empty parking lot in Muncie. You were there for me when I decided school wasn't for me. You were there. You were taken from me so suddenly I didn't know how to react. I was in shock at first, then the sadness kicked in, anger hit hard next, I felt the deep red sensation burning throughout my body. I mourned you for a while, unable to believe you were truly gone. You were just a car but to me you were everything. My freedom, my rock, my space. I miss you dearly, my friend. The late night drives alone, with friends and family. I'm so grateful for my first car and what it got me through, thank you.