The four walls that kept me stranded for 8 hours a day with the only opening being that “ghetto”, had to be fixed everyday, but kind of effective swinging cardboard door.
Those sweet smiles from my little visitors inside those four walls.
That strong distinct odor of fuel gas that I use to think of as nothing but now brings me all these sentimental feelings of all the conversations we had sitting in the car.
That rush feeling when we accelerate in your car.
Those late nights getting home closer to sunrise than sunset.
Experiencing the most firsts I’ve ever experienced.
The nine times we explored the Temple of the Forbidden Eye with the one and only Indiana Jones.
The night my childhood dreams came true.
Building my wardrobe to be “that girl” who wears cute clothes.
But mostly, I’ll miss you.
me: i want to lose weight
me: i want skinny legs
me: i want a flat stomach
me: i want to be thin
me: *sees mcdonalds*