I still remember the day we met like it was yesterday. The sun was high, not a cloud in the sky, and the very first early bloomers were blossoming.
Just another beautiful day at the park.
It all changed the moment I saw you and your long blond hair shimmering in the sunlight. When you gave me that shy brief smile, my heart melted away.
When I approached you, you were taken aback. Who could blame you, really? Still, you laughed at the silly pickup line I shot you and after only a few words you agreed to go out with me.
I guess, it was love at first sight. Almost as if the two of us were destined to be together.
When you followed me home, I knew this was the luckiest day of my life. I couldn’t believe a girl like you could ever be mine, and I have to admit I was a bit worried. Yet, you didn’t say a thing about the mess; not a word about the chaos. No, you accepted me the way I was and for that, I loved you even more.
Oh, how I enjoyed those first days with you. Those days when we were blinded with passion and the world didn’t matter.
Of course, I knew those couldn’t last forever. Eventually routine settled in. Words became scarce, but our love, our bond grew stronger and more intense.
There was no need to say anything anymore, and I loved those quiet evenings. The ones when we sat together, me holding you in my arms.
I didn’t mind that you didn’t laugh at my jokes and didn’t react to the movies I played for us. That was just the way you were.
The very best, though, were those nights when our love grew blazing hot and we enjoyed and shared each other’s bodies for hours on end. I still remember how the hot, sweet smell of our lovemaking wafted through the small, crowded apartment.
Oh, dear Lizzy, how much I love you.
Even now, in these latter days of our relationship, I still love you as much as the day you first appeared in my life. No, I guess I love you even more now.
I don’t mind that you’ve become big and soft. I promise, I don’t. Change is natural, and change doesn’t have to be a bad thing. No, even now I love you and at times I almost can’t tear myself off your body.
You know, Lizzy, love isn’t just a visual thing. It’s so much more. It’s a combination of all the senses; not just sight, it’s touch, taste, smell, and hearing.
Oh, my dear Lizzy, how I wish we could stay forever.
When I kissed you today though, I knew things were coming to an end. I enjoyed that kiss. I enjoyed it more than any other we shared before.
That’s why it pains you so much that it had to be our very last one.
Even now, as I’m typing this, as the tears stream hot from my eyes, I can still taste you. I can still feel your heavy, thick lips on mine. Yet, the moment I kissed you, I knew that nothing lasts forever.
When I felt your lips glued to mine, I thought it was nothing but passion. But when I couldn’t get away without tearing them off, I knew.
I knew you were past your prime; I knew the decay had proceeded far too much.
It pains me so much, my dear, sweet Lizzy, but I’ve got to get rid of you tonight.
And then tomorrow, it’s time to find myself a new wife.
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