If anyone asks you if you’ve seen me, I beg of you my love, be discreet….
You see whilst you are and will always be my first love, I have to confess that I am now, alas, for the meantime, committed to another.
Committed to an intractable, demanding, inflexible creature that expects me to work like a dog every single day, takes everything I say as set in stone, will not allow me to make amends, and the pressure and strain is all encompassing and absolutely unbearable.
And if I make a mistake?
And if I do not give this monster enough?
Then I am made to feel as if I have fallen short of expectation.
Where as you, my beloved, my precious one, take me as I am, and love and appreciate me no matter what I offer you.
Be it a sentence, a song, a poem from my heart; a hateful rant, a story of hope, a tale of terror, tears or things that once were, you accept each word as a precious jewel and make me feel that I can do no wrong.
You ask nothing of me, and in return, all I want to do is lay my bounty at your feet and please you.
Whereas this voracious beast only serves to remind me why I am wary of commitment and turns the most pleasant, pleasing, life enhancing thing in the world into a dreadful, loathsome, tiresome chore.
But rest assured my love that come December I will have no more to do with this cold tyrant, and be yours again exclusively.
Until then, promise that you will not forget me?
Au revoir mon amour x