PT Cruiser

It smells like warm vinyl and someone else's perfume on the seat of an old PT Cruiser - the very one where a great love once began, now turned into a nostalgic remix. Memories surface like an old film, slightly noisy but still warm: summer, roads without air conditioning, silly jokes, and that feeling when it seemed like life was about to begin.

Now everything is different: a little sadness, a little rhythm, a slight falseness in the voice - and yet you still want to turn up the volume. Because in every “wish I never knew ya” you hear not regret, but recognition - because if it weren't for those trips, those conversations, that heat, there would be no melody. And maybe even the taste of youth itself, which for some reason still reminds me of gasoline and sticky Lipton iced tea.