That fun filled day we spent at Rednal where I cradled you in my arms and wouldn’t let anyone else touch you on the way home.
Do you remember how we laughed the morning after as I regaled you with stories of my bravery and how I did it all for you and only you?. Those other fools thought I was playing as part of a team but we knew better. I gave you a solemn promise that I would never let you fall into the hands of the Polish Army. No matter how much pain I had to endure it would all be worth it in the end.
As I write this I find myself thinking back to the day when you turned up at my flat. My heart was thundering with anticipation and as I peeled open your box my stomach was in knots. I pulled back the last few strands of wrapping paper and there you were smiling back at me with that cheeky smile of yours. I picked you up and cradled you in my arms like a new born baby.
Our first night together was magic. I will not go into specific details here, but the way your handles rubbed against me still makes me shiver. You did things to me that would make a porn star blush but I loved every minute. I was as helpless as a baby in your handles that night but you showed me the meaning of true love that night. I woke up that morning full of vigour and a feeling of unquantifiable love.
We had our arguments,
but a love like ours burns brighter than the sun and can never be extinguished. We were always honest with each other and that is why our relationship worked so well. So when I kissed you on the handle that morning as I left for work I thought everything was fine between us.
Imagine my surprise when I came home from work that afternoon when I saw this.
You were already out of the flat and making your way to God knows where. I pleaded with you to tell me what was wrong. You never answered me. Tears welled up in my eyes as you continued down the road. I ran after you and scooped you up in my arms swearing to God that I would never let you go. Then you hit me with that bombshell.
Trophy “I don’t love you anymore”
Me “What?”
Trophy “I don’t love you anymore”
Me “But why? What have I done? Please tell me. I will change anything you don’t like. I will even go on a diet(a complete lie by the way)”
Trophy “Its not you, its me”
Me (Confused) “Why? What have you done?”
Trophy “Nothing yet. You wont understand”
Me “Tell me please. We can work this out”
Trophy “I need to be with another man”
Then it dawned on me. Our last night in bed, I remember you asking me if it was ok if you called me Craig. I thought nothing of it at the time I just thought you had a crush on someone famous, but now the revulsion welled up in my gut. You were thinking about HIM.
As I handed you over that afternoon only one thought entered my mind. You will be mine again, this I swear.
