I actually think I already told you about it briefly (unless it was someone else). So basically, I wanted to go caving (aka spelunking), and there are these really cool caves in a desert semi close to where I live. So I gather a few friends of mine and we drive out there after work. About an hour in, we’re going down these bumpy roads, and I suddenly get the idea to let one of my friends drive (bad idea). My car had a sunroof, so while my friend is driving, going around 60 mph (~100km/hr), me and one of my homegirls sit on top of the roof. He starts to speed up, the wind is blowing through our hair and we’re taking stupid videos of ourselves, unaware that our friend starts to lose control of the steering wheel. Next thing we know, we’re swerving left and right, dirt is getting kicked up in our faces, and we notice we’re starting to shoot off the side of the road into these shrubs, so we quickly jump back inside. Thankfully we acted quickly because we end up skidding through a few shrubs off-road, then I feel my heart lodge into my throat as the car crashes, tips over, and completely rolls over until we’re upside down. Not fun at all. We had to crawl through the side windows because the doors couldn’t open. And since none of us were wearing seatbelts, I’m surprised we weren’t more hurt. One of my friends fractured his sternum, another re-fractured his collarbone, and my homegirl and I walked away with concussions. Genuinely it happened so fast, like a blimp in time, that it still doesn’t feel real even after a couple years have passed lol. Car was totaled (obviously). But yeah, you live and you learn.

The breakup was mutual. My ex was a good person, but I often felt annoyed and ignored because he couldn’t communicate or talk about his feelings. We both didn’t have great childhoods so I understand why he struggled, but at some point, I had to learn to choose myself, especially as someone who had already worked through their trauma. He was not willing to work through his. There were a lot of mismatches between us, too, in hindsight. Our music tastes were completely different. He made music that sounded like playboy carti and he was even a fan of matt proxy (lmao), while at the time, my music taste was indie rock and soft metal.
I was adventurous and liked to go on trips, while he was a homebody but a hard worker.
I had big aspirations and a desire to go to college, while he had no idea where he saw himself in the next 5 years.
We broke up like a year ago, were together for almost 2 yrs, and I haven’t looked back. It’s a little sad because even though we incompatible in some areas, we were best friends. So I’m saddened to lose his friendship (staying as friends wouldn’t work for us), but I’m glad it’s over. (Thinking about writing a fic abt this experience AKA my glue fic if I ever finish it.)

Didn’t mean for the reply to be so long, but anyway, thank you for the sweet comment! I wish you the best in life as well 🫶🫶