My Boy

(Not the best picture, but the only one I have right now)

Get it the title? Instead of My Girl? Never mind...

Anyways, this post is dedicated to my favorite inanimate object that I have. My car, Melvin. He's a '95 red Dodge Neon, and one of the closest things to my heart. We have a special relationship. Melvin can always tell when I'm having a bad day or am in a bad mood. He's the best listener ever. He listens to my long, drawn-out stories and never tells me I'm adding too many unnecessary details. He lets me cry and yell and scream at absolutely nothing. He's also the best secret-keeper I've ever met. He also, bless his heart, listens to me singing at the TOP of my lungs and doesn't even mind when I'm off-key. And if that's not a friend, I don't know what is!

Sure, he's not the most dependable car in the world. His speedometer quits working whenever he feels like it, his transmission has been replaced a couple times, and he sometimes... just stops running. But sometimes in relationships, you have to look past the flaws to see the real beauty.

I just give him a little rub on the dashboard and speak some encouraging words to him. That usually helps. I often start talking to him as soon as I see him when I come out of school, walking towards him. We greet eachother joyfully and he tells me about the mean SUV that parked next to him and I tell him about my dreadful Spanish class.

Melvin and I have been together for close to 2 1/2 years and our relationship gets deeper each day. I dread the day when we might have to part... but we try not to think about that. We just keep on rolling down this road of life togther.