Uber, you son of a gun. I hate you, but I love you. This ode is to you and all your glory. This is for all the late night heart to hearts you remember and I don’t.
We got personal fast.
You have the best blackmail on me.
You have my number, and you even call me when you need me, because texting is beneath you.
As I get to know you, so do my friends and family, and they love you.
You get me, like, really get me. You drop anything to run me through McDonald's when I need it.
You are the star of my Snapchats.
We share in a love/hate relationship. You get mad when I don't direct you and I get mad when you're sassy.
You always know where I’m going in life.
You fulfill my needs with X, XL, or even black.
You prove your love to me by sharing your phone charger.
You would weather any storm for me.
2 p.m. or 2 a.m., you're there.
You always find a way into my heart, and by heart, I mean debit card statement.
When you break the rules and allow double buckle I could kiss you!
I feel like I know your hopes and dreams even though we shared a few minutes together.
You're always on my home screen.
I love you Uber; you complete me. Without you, I would be stranded in life. I would be richer in life, but I would be without a great companion.
