He sat on the sofa, staring at the black TV-screen. Every minute he sighed softly… I recognised the signs: MyLove’s in love with another. And I’m fine with it. Don’t worry, I’m not the understanding type and we don’t have a so-called free relationship. It’s nothing like that. I know my man. It’s never about a woman, but about an electrical gadget. Again…
I sat down next to him and asked him what’s the matter. He sighed and looked up to me. “She’s so pretty… and petite… and fast…” After a few minutes of silence, words and sentences suddenly started tumbling from his mouth. He needed her at work and DJ-ing and he could not live without her anymore. I was confused, that position had already been filled for a while. What was wrong with her? He looked away. She was getting old, slow and out of energy within minutes. She was holding him down in his professional and musical career. I could understand his feelings, but I wasn’t sure if he could support a younger model… He admitted he couldn’t, and looked at me with his puppy eyes. MyLove knows I can almost never resist those. I know, I’m weak, but I like to see him happy… and he was so happy when I gave her to him for our 81st month-anniversary today… I was kissed and hugged and moved aside.
I know my man. He will be under her spell for a while. I give it a week, and he’ll be back with me.
