I'm not forgetting about the Jurassic Park jokes of you from the very first day we met 3 years ago. I'm a hundred percent sure you don't even remember that I was also in the car you drove that day and will absolutely have no idea about the fact that it was me who start that Jurassic Park thingy which you respond sincerely.
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And now, three years later,
All these damn roads remind me of you
That specific type and color of car same as the car you drove, keep showing up in front of me
At the roundabouts, at the crossroads, and at the alleys
The jams, the toll roads, and the traffic lights
The gas station and the fast food drive thru
The jokes which keep replayed inside my head every time the traffic lights turn red
I am now driving repeating the playlist you played
I guess, someday later, I will not be able to drive the same road anymore
Because we still don't have any similarities
Not the complex topic we talk about nor the small things we love to do
We only have that one playlist we both knows
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And after I finish these damn words, I hope this is the closure for me.