Let me start this off by saying that you were amazing. Though it may not have been love at first sight, You stuck by me through my awkward high school phase and loved me regardless of if I money for gas—I appreciate that loyalty.

I know things were a little...bumpy in the beginning, but you always took me where I needed to be regardless of the somewhat interesting noises that seemed to get louder as the years added up.

Though You always smelled like crayons, or so I'm told, you braved every storm we encountered earning the nickname "the tank". After all, you did survive after an eighteen-year-old pear tree that was struck by lightning fell on you .... Twice.

You were there for every heartbreak and every new beginning that my tumultuous high school life contained. I can’t thank you enough for letting me belt out to my favorite musical numbers when I was happy, giving me a safe place to cry when I was sad and worn leather seats to take my dog to the park even when he always came back wet and muddy. When I was driving all around with you, I could be myself. I could always be myself around you.

Of course, we both knew there would eventually come a day that our journey together would end. You were getting older and it would have never worked out between us. Our love was bright, but the shine of the brand new car was brighter.

And so, I'll miss you. I'll miss the car my sister named on a spontaneous thought and some reason stuck. And the car with the driver window that was broken making drive-thrus impossible feats. All the long deep 3 a.m. friend talks and secret school lunch outings. Goodbye my first car, my first love. May the gas be cheaper on the other side.