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Goodbye My Lover, Goodbye My Friend

On the 27th of August 2010, I said farely-well to my companion, my partner-in-crime of 5 years... Pasquel.

He was bold, strong, tough and could withstand almost all concrete challenges that were faced. Everyday, I spend hours with him pouring my heart and soul, and serenading him with my singing. He'd seen me cry, he'd seen me laugh, he'd seen the worst in me and the best in me, through hard times and good. But after all that, slowly he began to age. Gradually slowing down and seemingly unable to keep up with me. Maintaining his needs eventually became burdensome at times. Nourishing him and revitalising him proved taxing and straining our relationship as well.

Then my eyes began to stray. Another came into view and seduced me with his sleek curves, his efficacies, his prowess, and his tenacity. Every moment alone with him was temptation beyond imagination. When I'm alone with merely my thoughts of him, I am tempted to drop everything for him. I was willing to throw caution to the wind, to make a hasty decision. I was willing to let Pasquel go, yet unwilling at the same time. I was torn between seduction and loyalty...

Finally, an offer was made that I just couldn't refuse, which pushed me to make my final decision. It took me a while but I could see that the longer I delay, the more unfair I would be to Pasquel, especially in his effort to satisfy my needs. So, before wear and tear would break him further, I decided what's best for him and for me. It's time to let go and move on.

The separation was amicable. I talked to him about it, convincing him and myself at the same time that it was the best decision for us both. Slowly, I took out my belongings away from him. Slowly, the spaces between us grew became wider. Slowly, we let go of one another to prepare ourselves for the inevitable. But not before a last weekend rendezvous together enjoying the coastal view of Lumut. It was bittersweet but we were adamant to make it an unforgettable experience.

The work week after the weekend was spent walking on egg shells around each other. Careful not to do anything to hurt him and bringing him around to see family who have known him for their final goodbye to him. Before long, the weekend approaches. And so it went, my final journey with him where he would drop me off into the embrace of my new companion.

Goodbye Pasquel.. Thank you for keeping me safe and protected these past 5 years. You will be missed ever so much...

In Kedah - even cats love being near him

In Lumut at night

The day you went away...

A memory of Us... <3

 27th March 2005 ~ 27th August 2010


makbed said…
abih laa BHP dah takde. Pas ni kena pakai MOBIL lak...
Shugabelle said…
LOL!! Ya.. mobil baru. :D

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