꒰ঌ ໒꒱ His car isn’t yours ꒰ঌ ໒꒱
You met him in the summer.
What a bummer that timing killed the mood.
Even though it was a short-lived romance. It was best to not overthink the situation at that time. And it did feel easy at first…
But now looking back and reminiscing the moments you had with him. You couldn’t help but realize how can you find someone else if you didn't feel anything.
The new guy you were seeing is the complete opposite of Ace. He didn't have any freckles on his face. Nor did he have wavy, black hair that was soft to your fingertips.
Even the way he carried himself didn't help but make you pick out the differences between the two.
And to make things worse…the guy you were seeing had a black Jeep as well. But it was time to move on and try again with someone new. Someone different from Ace even if he had the same car as him.
Now here you are, waiting for the guy to come and pick you up, to only see some sort of figment of Ace.
It was messing with your head…seeing a black Jeep parked on your street.
Lying to yourself that he likely came to win you back again. But that car isn’t his.
So why do you wish it was his car? Even though you’re waiting for this “good guy” to come and pick you up at eight.
Was it the feeling you missed? When he came every Friday with his Jeep in your driveway. As he waits for his passenger princess to enter before he drives off to the highway.
Late-night rides with no destination as music surrounds you both.
But it isn't the same if it wasn't him in the driver's seat. And you hate that it hurts even though you were supposed to have a good night.
Now it's two am, and he just dropped you off. He even asked if he could come in. But as you told him…” Maybe not tonight…”
“Did I do anything wrong?”
Replying with a “Nothing’s wrong” but you couldn’t admit to him that everything is wrong. You didn't want to lead the guy any further if you couldn’t help but miss Ace still.
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