Margret – what can I say to you? You were my true first. My only love for a long time. You ran so nicely; felt so smooth under my fingers. You were the ultimate pain in my ass. As you leave I cry. As I knew you had to go I cried. I cried for weeks added all together for you. I couldn’t bear to let you go even though I knew it was your time to leave. I cried.
I remember the good times we had together – our first outing, that long drive into Atlanta. The long drive to Savannah. How we would go everywhere together. The many trips to Atlanta and back the first year we lived in Savannah. I remember when you broke. I thought there was no hope in bringing you back. We called the doctor in from Atlanta to fix you, to keep you going longer. I wonder if I should have let you go then. You always seemed to have so much life in you – so much energy.
I miss you even now as I’ve moved on. I want you to stay. The perfect companion. How can I replace you? How can anyone be better than you were to me? You let me in and now its time to leave me behind. I hope you move on too. That you bring someone else as much happiness as you brought to me. Don’t think poorly of my in the future. Live on brightly. Live on well. My dear sweet Margret, I will remember you always. You were my true first. How can I ever let you go?
