When you are in a relationship, like almost 24/7, parting is not so easy. There’s got to be a compelling reason to sever the bond, move on.
It was very unfortunate that this afternoon I found myself in a similar situation. Frankly, I was shocked to learn I was entirely to blame for the end.
I kept searching at first, then the realization dawned on me, I was left alone.
I traced my steps back to the house, wanting to believe that it was only my hunch, that what I suspected was a figment of my imagination.
Crossing a rice farm, I could feel the plants commiserating with my sadness: they probably knew why I walked the narrow paddies’ division. With bowed head, I finally accepted it was my fault.
Then, in an instant, my eyes confirmed what I feared. I almost shouted out loud to proclaim my regret for my unforgivable carelessness.
I knelt down, hoping everything would be okay, that for some miracle, I could salvage the situation, to bring back the hands of time.
Too late! Death was an undeniable conclusion, drowning the cause of my sorrow.
Goodbye, friend! You have been a loyal ally, a constant companion, the gatekeeper to the world of local telecommunications. I hate to see you go.
Tomorrow, another relationship has to be found. I would absolutely choose the cheapest kind so that when the time comes I would not feel too (financially) devastated during the next farewell.