It's always this time of the year that reminds me of you more.
I remember riding in your car, the scent of it when you first step in and the cold air. Makes me wanna curl up and snooze. The rides home were short, I wished they never ended.
Like a race, there are misses and I truly regret the misses I made. And like any race car driver, I'm keeping my fingers crossed.
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