My Car.

“A friendship is like a shared car. Both parties must keep it up, pay for it, clean it, and give it gas”

-Kush

I am firm believer that regret and guilt and two wasteful emotions. Unless you can build a time machine, go back in time and change whatever it is you are regretful or guilty about, build a bridge and get over it.

But I am finding out that that is way easier said than done. I think I ruined a perfect relationship. Is it often that you meet that friend that automatically understands you? and everything you talk about? from your point of view on certain matters to relationship troubles? hell you even feel the same way about certain people. Is it often that you meet that friend you never argue with? and i don’t mean the fake kind of not arguing…the kind of not arguing that’s only done to avoid an argument, no i mean genuinely not disagreeing lol…on hardly anything.

Well, that kind of friend is extremely rare. Especially in this generation, where the coolest thing to do is “not give a fuck” and showing no love is the newest fad. People don’t even put fourth the effort to make or keep friends anymore..and as humans that’s our greatest need, to have someone in our corner.

I met that kind of friend some years ago, and we’ve been tight ever since. Ive never had a friend like that. Ever. We even stood by each other while we were arguing with each other! We’ve been in relationship drama together, We’ve almost done it all.

I think we made a wrong turn when we drove our friendship to a place it had no business being. I mean…we had been extremely close and happy with each other on the same road for years just the way we were. Why in the hell did we risk that road just to see what other roads COULD but never will offer?

I mean, when we first made the wrong turn..we thought it was the right turn. We believed we were on the right path..well at least I believed that. We kept on driving down this wrong street, we weren’t speeding..we followed the speed limit but it was still the wrong damn road. The first half of the journey was great we never even realized we made a wrong turn. Our car wasn’t new but it was in good condition. Nice seats so we were comfy, music and even air conditioned. We kept our car fly as hell!

Somewhere a long this road…we came across huge potholes, broken street, glass, hitch hikers…we came across it all. And that happens sometimes, when driving down any road with someone..weather it be the right road or the wrong one, its up to you to figure out. These things began to break down our strong, well made car…glass ripped into the tires, hitch hikers tired to jump in..but we pushed them out and kept going.

I didnt believe our car COULD break down, it had been so strong for so long through everything. But then we, the drivers of the car began questioning if this is the road we should even be on, we had never checked for directions or even check google maps before we took off.

Now our car is barely moving. It has no doors so there’s no security, hitch hikers can jump in at will, the steering wheel is gone so we’re driving all erratically. The windows are broken out so its noisy and we cant hear each other. Our car is totaled.

There are no mechanics to fix it or give us new parts. When we left for this road we didn’t bring anyone with us. We shut everyone out the car. It was my favorite car..with my favorite friend. And I really wanted us to drive far…just us with beautiful scenery. Laughs and good memories….too add to our good memories collection.

Now we’re are both stranded and blaming each other for the broken car. I need to find my way back home.

RIP to our beautiful, strong, amazing, car.