Current facets (Pre-Master)
This one goes out to the one I love…
It was a cold Spring afternoon. That’s when I last saw you. You were so charming and perfect for me. Since that day, I spend sleepless nights thinking of you and reminiscing the good old days.
You were my first love. We did everything together. I couldn’t live without you. You and me, we were scrolling around Kralingse Bos and admiring our picnic in the lake in the rare sunny days of April or heading to the university campus or for drinks on Saturday nights.
In the beginning, I didn’t particularly like you. I was afraid that you would hurt me and wouldn’t treat me right. And you sure did, but I want to be honest. It wasn’t your fault. It was me that was careless. It didn’t take me long to fall… in love with you. I didn’t care at all that my friends made fun of your height because I knew that we were made for each other.
Sometimes I blame myself because I didn’t take care about you as much as you deserved to. I had to keep you clean more often and make sure that you function perfectly all the time. I should had shown you love when you were feeling tired every Sunday morning at 4 am when we were returning home from the clubs feeling tipsy, cold and dazed.
However, you were there for me no matter what until the day you left me. We returned home from a strenuous day at the university and I locked you in the garage, as I always did. The next day, I would like to take you out for a beer, so I got in the garage to unlock you. You weren’t there. At first, I thought that maybe I didn’t remember where I locked you and started searching for you all over the place. I couldn’t find you anywhere. After 10 minutes of pointless search, I realized that they took you from me. They left nothing behind, not even the LED light I had put in your front wheel. Luckily, the garage is equipped with cameras, thus I may be able to see who stole you from me and find your trace.
Will you want me again or did you find a new best friend? I hope not, because how can I find again such a perfect bike for my height – let’s admit it, we are both too short for the Netherlands- and how can I trust another bike to ride? Your silver colour still shines in my heart and I still feel the comfort of your seat. If you return, I will use two locks to protect you from the thieves and will always fill your wheels with air. Nevermind, I’ll find someone like you. I must move on with my life. I wish nothing but the best for you. Please, don’t forget me. I will never do.
For all of you out there who share their lives with such a good friend as I did until the previous week, please, take care of it and make sure it will be always safe and locked because bike theft is a full-time job in Rotterdam. I assure you that you’ll miss it more than you can imagine, as it happens with all the underrated things in our lives. As for the new-comers who don’t understand the urge to connect with a soulless bike, believe me, you will change your mind when you arrive in the city. Life in Rotterdam becomes far easier and amusing with a friend like this. I highly recommend you to choose one from your very first moments here.
I miss you buddy…