It was love at first sight.
Blue like the sky, made to handle the ups and downs, there when I needed you. Your glowing analog clock drew me in like only something old and new at the same time could. You were my favorite, my fate. I committed to you. I was all in. You took me places.
I’ve been seeing other cars.
I know, this isn’t what I expected, either. But you’ve forced me to consider options.
A brief encounter with a Subaru – it seemed promising. But she didn’t have what you have. I wanted you. The old you. You before the thing that left me afraid to be with you.
I know it wasn’t your fault. At least, I don’t think so. But I can’t… I’m afraid you will stop stop stop again and leave me stranded.
The Hyundai, that was just a fling that never really went anywhere. It just wasn’t my type. But I had to find out. I had to try.
And I realize that I did not not not take enough pictures of you – I took you for granted. A rear-view mirror here, a steering wheel there, the spider-crack on the windshield that has been there for 6 years – crawling across pictures of sunsets and signs and lakes. You were a frame to my view of the world.

I miss the feel of you, the weight of you. You knew me – you know where I’ve been, you know all of my favorite songs. You were the one who carried me home, more than once. When my marriage was ending, when I found out I had Covid, and for one last time, when you had stopped in the road and I was worried that you would never move again – you did at last, and got me home.
The Toyota is nice. We went out a second time. I found her when I was searching for all of the things I loved most about you. She’s young, she’s smart, she’s got some warranty left. She won’t be the same, but I think she might do for now.
Be kind. Be smart. Be brave. Never take hugs or blue cars for granted.