I never expected it to happen, you know. But, that’s the way these things are, right? Just when you least expect it: POW! right between the eyes.
My first glimpse of my love nearly took my breath away: slim, sleek, and clad in black leather, this was a package that was easy on the eyes. I quickly found out, too, that my love was sensitive to touch. Of course, some touches brought forth a faster response than others, but I quickly learned just how to touch to elicit the reaction I was seeking.
Unfortunately, I also soon learned that my love and I faced communication problems. There were walls between us and until I found a way around them, I knew I wasn’t going to get what I wanted. A little massaging and finessing, though, and I managed to breach those walls and expose my love to a world of romance.
Now my love and I spend evenings companionably together, eagerly devouring books and highlighting passages we find touching or funny or unintentionally hilarious or making note of over- or incorrectly-used words and phrases. My love has allowed me to experience things that were previously unattainable for me and has opened my eyes to the joys of new technologies. We travel together and I even bring my love to work with me. It seems I can’t bear for us to be apart for any length of time.
Sure, my love isn’t perfect. There’s the dog-earing for one thing. (I have a visceral loathing for dog-earing, but can’t get my love to use a proper bookmark—or even a sticky note—so I try to ignore it as best I can.) And, sometimes, my love can be overly sensitive to touch and respond in a way I didn’t want or anticipate. We still occasionally have communication issues, but I’m getting better at recognizing when these may flare up and finding a way to avoid them. Sadly, my love doesn’t seem to love comics as much as I do. They’ll be tolerated, but not embraced. I find that the longer I spend with my love, the more tolerant I am of such quirks and foibles. What do they matter when my love is so beautiful and brings me such joy?
Unfortunately, like so many things, our love is destined to come to an end. At the end of September my love will need to return to New Jersey and I’ll be left heartbroken, with only memories and tattered paperbacks to keep me company.
[SBS: Gosh, you think she likes the Sony 700?]