Oh, we had so many beautiful years together. Sometimes I made you mad. Often, I moved you. But we always made up.Paul Farhi of the Washington Post, writing a memo from a newspaper to its readers, at Poynter Online
And then a few years ago you rewarded my loyalty by straying. You went elsewhere. You sought the company of others who, you thought, gave you something that I could not. Fickle and faithless, you went looking for something faster, newer and younger.
I wondered, incessantly, had I failed you? Was it me?
And then one day this week, You wanted me again. Hungrily. Desperately. You searched everywhere for me. You lined up outside my door, stood in the rain and cold, on the chance that I would be available to You again.
And I wasn't there. How ironic!
Finally, You recognized something in me again. Something that had been dormant all these years. That You needed me.
That You needed to hold me again. If only for one special day.
Hat tip: Carrie