Oh dear! I don’t know where do I start, how do I start?
Parting was never easy nor will it ever be. It’s all my mistake or term it as an oversight? Because then that’s less painful and won’t send me too far on my guilt trip! Yes, it was an oversight that I never contemplated that one fine day, we will be parting ways. Everything on Earth has expiry date so did our relationship. Sigh…
I don’t even recollect the exact year when our relationship started off. May be more than half a decade from now. History and chronologies always were and still are at war with me, which you know so well.
I loved you at very first sight. You fitted so well with my persona that we were soon inseparable. As if you were made for me! This very blind love made me take you for granted. I thus never gave it a thought that you needed some space too.
Some things grow with you, they say. So, did I. But unfortunately, you grew older with me. I simply missed to see that erosion happening gradually. Seasons changed but you remained my loyal. Saved me from umpteen scratches and bruises, for I fumble even on straight, plain roads. You took the dent to keep me unhurt.
Many a times I slept with you and for days together, never let you escape from my clutches. I clinged to you as if you were my skin and bone. Your ever-growing soft touch and feel made me comfortable all through hot and cold. You were a constant company, in thick and thin, and that’s so evident in all the old photo albums. We were entwined… two bodies one soul!
It was really selfish of me that I took all the undue advantage of your low maintenance profile. Looking back, I could see that it was always you who would care for me and never vice a versa. Carrying the stains with élan, you persisted with me without ever making fuss about it. Safeguarding me, at times, you had suffered irreparable damages. You carried the signs of those blows with flair and stylishness. For you were macho!
Dear old jeans, how do I repay the debt of love and favour that you have bestowed on me for years together. Now that I have rendered you torn and fragile, I know you must be thinking of nothing else but salvation. But how do I let you go? I cann’t dump you. But I can’t use you too. To be or not to be…
Hey hold on. They say that end is the beginning of something new. How about putting you in new form then? A new lease of life? This metamorphosis could be a great relief for my parting pain. I’m sure you would be happy too. Let me get you changed to a handbag. This way, you would stay with me little longer… Good friends never say ‘good bye’. They always say, ‘See you soon’!
So, here I stand at the tailor’s shop to hand you over and see you soon in new avatar!
This is my #Post2/ #Week2 for #MyFriendAlexa by Blogchatter. My previous posts so far…
#Post 1/#Week 1: Forlorn Notes
#Post 2/ #Week2: Happy Surprise
#Post 1/#Week2: Bringing Up a Teen
Linking this post to #MondayMusings by Corinne Rodrigues of Everydaygyaan