A love called Winnie
I took to her from the very first time I laid my eyes on her. Her sleek curves and trim shape attracted me tremendously, and something in me moved. I had to have her, to enjoy her.
She was all I ever wanted, but she wasn’t mine to enjoy, except to admire from a distance.
I couldn’t get her out of my mind, out of my thoughts. She had entered my life, when least expected, and became all that I could think about.
I fantasized about touching her and caressing her all over. I yearned to make her mine, but my circumstances didn’t permit me. I could only do these flights of my imagination alone, in my thoughts, and in my dreams.
Days, weeks, and months went by, and there wasn’t a single day in which she didn’t enter my mind. I had become totally obsessed with her and was going crazy for wanting her with a passion.
The many times I tried to get her out of my mind proved fruitless. Every time I came across beauty, in any form or shape, even if insignificant, she was back again in my train of thoughts.
At last, Lady Luck smiled at me
In time, Lady Luck smiled at me, for the pleasure of taking her out for a drive had finally arrived. Being with her was nothing less than a beautiful experience, second only to her beauty. Similar occasions became very frequent, and later, even daily.
I couldn’t wait to see her again.
The seconds away from her seemed like hours, while the hours seemed like decades. I loved her tremendously, more than words could ever say. I loved her even more than myself.
She had managed to make me feel larger than life, like a giant among humble mortals, like a mighty God on Mount Olympus.
She had become a vital part of me, without which I would end up lost, and living would have no more meaning.
She was always so true, so faithful and reliable. Such was her profound loyalty, that she would always go the extra mile for me, no matter what time of day or night it might be. She never complained or disappointed me in my moments of need.
I loved her with all my heart, more than anything, or anybody, under the sun.
She was perfect
As the years went by, I never needed to look elsewhere to replace her, for she was as perfect as a rose, even though younger alternatives were readily available.
We grew old together, and the scars of time became obvious on her. She wasn’t as agile as before, and her reflexes had toned down so much.
The sun’s rays beating down on her once graceful and smooth body took their toll, and surfaced ugly wrinkles to which no treatment was available, an impossibility, just like time couldn’t go back on itself.
A wave of ailments riddled her, and every time, the money spent on her to make her better once again was worth every cent.
She meant too much, and no amount of treasure could ever buy me the happiness she gave me.
Goodbyes are never easy
Trauma after trauma followed and I had to face up to harsh reality, and accept the bitter fact that she won’t be there for me for much longer.
Thoughts of her not being a part of my world anymore were horrific, but I needed to be brave, at least for her.
My heart grew heavy with sorrow the day I had to say ‘Goodbye’ to Winnie.
She was unique, she was wonderful, and she was my companion across many miles.
I walked away from the site where I had laid her to rest, and with a lump in my throat and a tear in my eye, I looked back over my shoulder to pay my last respects.
Mr. Evans, the scrap metal merchant, promised he would be gentle with her…