Regaining strength

It was the beginning of the end, I thought as I climbed into my car and violently flicked on the stereo, promptly snapping the damn knob off. To my disgust, it started playing Celine Dion crap. Wonderful. At this point, I couldn’t take it anymore. My car sucked, my stereo broke, and my whole life basically sucked. I felt like shit and could barely turn the key

Memories flooded into my brain as I remembered all the good times, the bad times, and the beginning. I began to weep, but I managed to control and pull myself together to gather enough strength to turn the key.

I drove away, but before I left, I saw you in the corner, slowly fading away until only a speck remained. I began to focus on the road ahead, as my mind mentally removed its rose-colored glasses and I saw you for who you really were.

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