With you...

Sitting at the bus stop, I was waiting. Waiting for someone to come pick me up. Though many had offered, neither did I take up the offer. Vehicle of many kinds come and go. Some were average cars while some were saloon cars and others were high-end cars. As they come and go, promises were made, hopes were given, just waiting for me to take their hand and go on a journey with them.

Some people had to get into several cars before settling with one that they were comfortable with while some people had gotten into the right one from the start. When some people chose to cry in leather seat cars, others cry in cars that were nothing fancy but warm.

As I was still waiting at cross roads, a car stopped and offered a ride. It was an old but promising car. Though it was still unsure, I was as well. But instead of getting into another average car that had stopped for me too, I got into the one that made the impression. A simple black Saga. Unsure of where we are heading next, but we made several stops in between because of the doubts.

Though the car did not promise anything real materialistically, nor will it always be by my side, but it made me feel safe. As I caress it to assure myself that this is real, unknowingly, it made me smile silly every now and then.

I’m still unsure where we are heading, but knowing that we’re heading somewhere together, I couldn’t care less. Because I feel safe and warm, just by being in that car. It’s the perfect car that I had been wanting and wishing to have since I was a little girl. Don’t have to be a Mercedes or Bentley, just a simple Saga that can make me feel like I’m the luckiest girl around, is more than I had wished for. Thank you.

So, have you found your perfect car?