Metaphorical Musings

How Time flies. It has been a year my dear corby; we have been through tough times, we have been through joyous moments, at both junctures, we held on. You give up, I pick you up. I give up, you held me. Always, we pulled through. 

We have had our moments but always, yes, always, we held on to one thing: each other. 

 

They will think this is funny, a faux pas, a mime of some sort, but between you and me, we know, this is real.

 

Yes, it has been a year. Who would've thought we'd pull through? When between you and I, we doubt, we question, but always, we go back to faith: believing that we held each other close because we want to and there is no thinking otherwise. 

 

I have thought of giving up many times, oh you wouldn't imagine, but always, whenever I have you near, I change my mind. I am reminded of why I have you by my side.

 

Oh my dear corby, you could get frustrating, you hang on me, you fail to send important messages on time, you fail to have room for important files, but always, your feel on my hand vanishes the disappointments. 

 

Here's the thing, I know there are a lot more better cellphones out now but I can't seem to find it in my being to let you go and find a replacement. The seemingly trifling one year that we have spent with each other was full of memories that I am quite sure will haunt me. Ok haunt may be the wrong term but what I'm trying to say really is, I will never forget the year having you with me.   

 

You cost a lot (according to my standards, that is) and that's why I treasure you a lot as well. But please know my dear, never was it a determinant of your true value to me. I value you just because. Don't ask me to explain because I won't, for if I try to explain, the feeling of being in a dream may just vanish. They say, anything true will be hard to explain. Maybe so, I agree. For it comes to this thing we have, I could never rationalize. And believe me, I try because I am the type who will. But you see, I feel like I'm in a trance,a dream and I don't want to wake up; it scares me. It makes me terrified. 

 

Ok, maybe I am going too far but believe me dear corby, this is all truth, what I'm saying. I say a lot, I talk a lot and perhaps some would think I don't mean anything anymore but I do. I do. And I'm blabbering now and I'm about to stop...

 

One more thing, happy birthday dear corby! Let's keep this partnership grow more. :)