It must be something that 240km/h makes me feel. The roar of the engine and the road feeling like it isn’t even moving. You almost feel one with the car. Feeling that one wrong move and it is all over. Yet you know if you get caught it is all over for you. It is the only time I feel at peace, tearing the mountain up like you did a year and a half ago trying to run away from pain. It is hard, it has almost been a year and a half since I last saw your face. I really hate to admit this, this feeling. Oh I was so bad for you, yet now that I think about it, I don’t know why you stayed for so long. I’m glad you found happiness, as I am still trying to find myself after losing it so tragically. I wish you well. As I am still not out of the woods of getting over you.