Babe, you've been the best of all the ones I've ever been with. We both were new to the terrains of Sindhupalchok and while the aftershocks of earthquakes, landslides were still going on, we traveled together. We made it together for those extreme two years.
You were a gentle beast. Despite looking muscular and containing huge power within yourself, you knew how to stay stable and gentle. And that's what I have learnt from you - to have the power within yourself, but not necessarily show it off.
You have saved me a lot of times, including some major incidents. Though I am a very defensive - safe rider, well - you know the roads are filled with idiots. Yet, you didn't disappoint me. I always felt comfortable and safe with you.
But babe, it's time to move on. I don't feel the comfort anymore. It's not you. It probably is me too (probably more on my part). I'm afraid to ride with you. I fear with every throttle I take. I didn't want to give up, you know. I took you to good servicing centers, tried to make you better. But the the fear is within me, when the problem is within me, changing you won't solve the problem, will it? Probably it is just psychological. But the truth is, I'm afraid.
Thanks for being the best.
A friend asked, "Can you really move on with her?". No, but I have to. I'm definitely going to miss her, but I have to. I probably have a guilt, for she's always been the best, but I have to.
We both know I'm just giving up on your body, not on your soul. And I know your energy and soul will remain me in the new body, always protecting me and being there for me.
:)
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