Comot (my car) and I stuck in the traffic jam everyday. When we stop and wait in the queue, we could see other cars passing by us and I would say, “See that Comot? That car! The red one. Ohh~ it is so..” and then I complete the sentence silently in my heart.
I couldn’t say the words out loud. I am afraid I would hurt Comot’s feeling. Yes Comot is not a living thing, but I always think that Comot is.
I feel guilty for looking at other cars and adore them, though I already have Comot.
It feels like I am looking at other guys while my boyfriend is sitting next to me.
ps: I love you, Comot.
pps: I hate it when people start the about-me-should-get-a-new-car conversation.