Saturday 24 September 2011

Farewell



How could you do this to me? Presenting your new love, right in my face, before dumping me! Is that what you call a gentle let-down? I'm hurt, yes, you hurt my feelings. What was it I did so wrong? Wasn't I reliable enough? Maybe you didn't like how I changed over time. Everyone changes, you know? I feel used; you used me and I'm worn out. I gave my all, every time you needed me. And I felt your affection, every god damn single moment I was with you. Of course it was hard when you abandoned me for days, left me in the dark, when I didn't know when I'd see you again, but I kept waiting, patiently, in silence; hoping we'd soon be re-united. You came back for me, always and I cannot tell you the warmth that spread through me when you did. I knew I had to share you with others, and I didn't mind, as long as I could be sure you'd not forget me.

I remember the first time you lay hands on me: firm – rough almost – it was when I knew you had the experience to handle me. The first few weeks were trial and error, you needed to get used to me, with how I would respond to your handling. I let you do whatever you wanted to do with me, not once was I scared about my safety. I like being submissive. Oh and you did so well. I could sense you were proud and you wanted to show me around, introduce me to your friends; it was the day I caught fire, the flames licking at me, yet I did withstand until you came to my rescue. Were you really that upset back then? It wasn't your fault, just an accident, but noticing the burns I carried, your heart cracked a little. And you never got over it, did you?

I think I can count myself lucky you stuck to me nevertheless – I can't imagine how it would have been had you dumped me right there and then. That would've been cruel, wouldn't it? No, you are not that type of girl who'd do that, you are loyal. On the other hand, had you done it back then, I might not be as sad as I'm now. I wonder if it wasn't enough to hold on to everything you gave me, you stirred a lot, testing me to my limits, added spice to every get together, got me all hot, I won't deny I enjoyed it. I was part of your existence.

But everything has changed, from one day to another, you went to find my replacement. After five years of true commitment to our relationship, you've abandoned me again, only I know you'll never come back for me. I fought one last battle and lost. You found a new loyal companion and I have to move on. Farewell and thank you for keeping a roof over my head.



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4 comments:

  1. LOL

    Have a rebound fling with a skanky skillet, having hot oily fun with some hard meat, and it should help you in getting over it.

    OK, that sounded dirty ;-)

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  2. I'm somewhat like the skillet. I feel used.

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  3. Haha, Steve. I put them both in one cupboard for now, the sobbing has stopped for the time being.

    Hello, Henry, nice to meet you. Who used you, my dear?

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  4. Hi Stella!

    I have awarded you the Versatile Blogger Award. You don't have to do anything to accept this award. Period.

    If you have not won the award before, you might consider doing one or all of the following three things: 1) Link back in your blog to my blog; 2) Nominate other blogs, as many or as few as you like, for the award and let them know about it, or 3) in a post of your choosing, list seven interesting facts about yourself.

    If you don't feel like doing any of this, that's okay too; you still deserve the award.

    Here is what I specifically wrote about your blog in my post tomorrow:

    Stella DeLeuze is a writer, and has published a fun romantic novel entitled No Wings Attached, which I have read and enjoyed. Her blog discusses writing, as well as her pet iguana, Zorro. I don't have a pet iguana, and don't intend to ever have one, but I enjoy reading about Zorro. If you have even had the stray thought cross your mind that it might be fun to own an iguana, I highly recommend that you read this blog first!

    I hope you're doing well!

    Nancy
    www.workingmomadventures.com

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