First Car, Blast from the past
I bought my first car today. The guy who sold me my car was spitting image of the guy I was love with for 7 years... the huge, intense piercing deep blue eyes, thin lips, high cheekbones, dirty brown hair that framed his face, the big manly arms, the clothes, the gait, the mannerisms. He was beautiful. It was Erik, standing there talking cars and money with me. I couldn't shake that idea out of my head the entire week I had been dealing with him. For the first time in 2 years, I missed Erik desperately.
I signed the papers, and before driving off the lot, he said to me, you know, you remind me of a girl I used to date... you look her, your demeanor, the way you are... and she was a med student too. You just... you remind me of her.
I looked at him strangely and said nothing. What could I say? you look like the one who got away?
Weird.
I signed the papers, and before driving off the lot, he said to me, you know, you remind me of a girl I used to date... you look her, your demeanor, the way you are... and she was a med student too. You just... you remind me of her.
I looked at him strangely and said nothing. What could I say? you look like the one who got away?
Weird.