We had a long relationship. First, it took some time before I could love you. You were kind of ok, but this was it. I had you for reasons of boredom prevention, just for some change once in a while.

But over time, you became more and more comfortable, you just fit more end more.  And I had gotten in a habit of stepping into you regularly, let’s say, once a week. That was not often, but there were the others who also wanted their turn to serve and satisfy me. But when we got physical with each other, those were nice, good times. I can still feel my heart beating. All the sweat, and all the hot breathing.

But now we must part. You served me well. You made me strong and sacrificed your strength in the process. Now you are worn out, grey, somewhat sad. There is no freshness in you anymore, no spark. The fire is gone.

Now we must part. Farewell, my friends, I will keep the memories (you even went to New Zealand with me…!), but I will now let you go.

R. i. p.

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