His car

At first to me it was just a car.
But to him, It's a piece of art.
At first to me it was just a silly thing that didn't have much meaning.
But to him, it's his freedom.
His escape from the world.
From the drama.
From the shit.
From everything.
I use to think he was weird...
Spending all his precious time on a car.
But now I know.
That car is one of his most precious,
most valued possesions.
His car.
The roar of the engine.
The feeling of slipping behind the wheel and putting his foot on the gas.
I get it now.
I understand why he loves that car.
I see why he spends hours after countless hours on his car and making her shine.
Showing her off and taking her around the town.
And I respect him.
And his car.