We need to talk. I loved our time together, but it's time for me to grow up and move on. I've found someone else. I need to become more independent and buy my own, new car. That's all there is to it. It's not you. It's me, I swear. Just know I won't ever forget our memories together.

When I see those two butt-sized dents on your roof, I remember the time my friend and I sat on you and looked at the stars while talking. All of your scrapes and scuffs make me think of all of our adventures together and the messes I got us in. Sometimes, when I'm driving you I remember how I threw up on prom night and barely made it out of you first. The dent on your bumper reminds me of that time I backed into the same tree three times in a row because it was really early and I was really tired. I know all of your shortcomings and flaws.

I know that sometimes I have to press the button a few extra times to get you to open your trunk and twisting the handle too far makes your windshield wipers go nuts. You were a refuge to my friends and I when it was so late everything had closed, but we weren't quite yet ready to go home. We would sit in you and talk for hours about boys, school, and our parents.

You knew that I like my music way too loud and bass way too low. You knew how my music taste changed through seasons and moods and my favorite songs to blast during a break up. I spent so much time and money decorating you with dream catchers and bumper stickers, and I don't regret any of it. You were the one that drove me to homecoming, performances, my first job, prom, graduation, road trips, and my dorm. You were there for me through high school and as I ventured out into the real world in college. I will forever be grateful for the transportation and memories you provided me.

I'm so sorry and I hope you can forgive me. I never meant to hurt you. You can have your key back. I loved our time together and everything you did for me. I hope I can still drive you sometimes, even though you belong to my sister now. I think it's just time for us to see other people. I have so many memories with you, but it's time for my sister to make her own with you. So thank you for being my car for almost three years. I hope we can still be friends. I've moved on and I hope you can too. Goodbye, Gerald.