>>22952501What FPBP said and also because when you land a top notch broad like her, you already won until that relationship either fails or you get bored. I think of romance how I would an F1 race.
Love is a fucking F1 race. Not a rom-com, not a stroll through petals—no, it’s full throttle off the line, tires screaming, hearts slamming against ribcages like pistons under strain. You don’t ease into it. You launch. You gamble every part of yourself in that first turn, praying they don’t clip your wing and send you spinning.
You feel the g-force in your chest when they look at you like you matter. Every kiss is a corner you take too fast, hoping the grip holds. Some laps are magic—tight lines, smooth shifts, no oversteer—just you and them, locked in, chasing something bigger than both of you. Then a yellow flag. An argument. A silence. You box, check the damage, swap softs for mediums, pretend nothing’s cracked beneath the carbon.
And God help you when the rain hits. You either know how to drive in it or you don’t. Love doesn't hand out manuals. It hands out podiums or DNFs. You crash. You rebuild. Maybe next time you brake sooner, maybe you don’t brake at all.
But if you're lucky—if they're the one—you both cross that line with scars, with dirt, with engines screaming victory. Not clean. Never clean. But together.
