I am sad today.
Saying goodbye to someone you love, or something you love is never easy.
Letting go is the hardest thing to do.
But we have to, sometimes.
Today I said goodbye to my scooter, my Honda Activa that I’ve enjoyed and cherished for eleven years. I still remember the day I bought it and rode it home. The memories of all the times I’ve zoomed off on it are fresh, happy. I sobbed when the buyer rode it away, just as I sobbed over my first and second scooter. Sigh. I feel a solid rant – a sad post coming up here tomorrow.
So you know where these 55-ers are coming from.
Unconditional love 1 Honda Activa
I loved him deeply. I still do. Not everyone understood my attachment to him. We shared the most loving relationship. He never questioned my motives when I went out. He was always ready to accompany me and never once objected to our destination. He made sure I was home safe. But now, he’s gone. Forever.
I am sad to think I’ll never grab my helmet and zoom off again
Unconditional Love 2 Kinetic Honda
I fell in love, unexpectedly. I had admired him from afar, convinced it was a match made in heaven. I couldn’t believe my luck when he became mine. Dark, handsome, always well groomed. Then one day, he left me. A month later I saw him. My heart sang to see he was in good hands.
Unconditional Love 3 – Mom
Vita was pleased to see the table was set with her favorite dishes. Her Mother’s thoughtfulness never failed to touch her heart. No matter how tired, or how busy she was, she made sure she ate well and on time. The doorbell woke her up. She sighed, cried. It was her Mom’s fourth anniversary today.
Today’s prompt for Day 6 of the 7-Day Write Tribe Festival of Words -3 is “55 fiction”