It was beautiful. Every inch of it, every line, every curve, button, screw, door, hatch, and latch; I loved it. I wanted to stay on it - forever, to be inside of it and be consumed by its wonderful glory; it was something that took me strait up, wherever I wanted to go.
I experienced things I could never ever dream of on this ride, but yet they were happening, for real, in the flesh! I was alone; no one was there to ruin it and I wouldn’t let them. Nothing could keep this beauty we had separate; it consumed it - it consumed me. It alerted me as it arrived at a different place, but passed everyone by in favor of me, I wanted it, it wanted me, and we wanted each other.
I could do nothing but listen in awe as it sang a gentle tone, lulling me too sleep where I stood. I begged it to speak, too answer my questions, but it wouldn’t tell me anything, not a single word. It was wise, knowing everything in the realm of up and down, no one could match it’s knowledge, not even the office server, and she was everything.
I dreaded time as my arrival came closer, only a short amount of time we still had together, it was almost as if I could feel my heart breaking, it couldn’t be. I had never had a love like this at the office, not the stapler, she was cold. Not the copying machine, she was always being used by someone else. Not even the passion I had with the tape dispenser, rest her soul, but alas, some love isn’t meant to be, and we must move on.
We had both been with a lot of things, many objects and bodies, but we could look past that, learn to accept that we are both not perfect, and that the only thing that is perfect is our love, that love is perfect. I have felt love before but, nothing has ever come close to this love, and I didn’t want it to end, at least not like this.
I needed to have composure, it told me too stay strong, fight through, don’t let them see what we had, because it could destroy us, then we would never even get these precious moments. My time came; it spoke only a short and brief good bye as I departed. The doors opened and I walked off to my desk, love is bliss.
-S.S.
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