A Guy and His Girl

I can still remember the day my parents introduced us. I smiled and faked interest to appease my mother but no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t force a molecule of chemistry between the two of us. I always pictured myself with someone a little more on the wild side and she was arguably one of the blandest on the market. She was vanilla, and I wanted something that AT LEAST had sprinkles. It wasn’t until I got a little older that I realized just how valuable her mild personality truly was.

It’s certainly not something that I’m proud of, but I’m man enough to admit that in the beginning, I was intimidated by her size. From the age of five, I always just assumed that larger wasn’t for me. If only I could’ve gone back and talked some sense into my younger, naïve self.

My parents absolutely loved her and she had been nothing short of spectacular to my family since day 1. I always appreciated what she did for us, but never in a million years did I picture her and I ending up together. I was 16 years old and it was a period of my life where stability was a characteristic that I greatly undervalued. Any time I was down, she was there to pick me up. She showed me the type of unconditional love that most people spend their entire lives searching for. Yet somehow, I wasn’t ready to admit that we were meant for each other.

It wasn’t until my junior year of college that it finally happened. We spent every day of that beautiful, warm summer together and I really felt myself growing more and more attached to her. She had somehow driven her way into my heart. We both moved back to campus a month early and none of my friends would be there for at least three more weeks. It was that period where she officially became mine. I finally saw what had been right in front of me the entire time.

She had never been with another man before me. I think that at first, it may have been a little overwhelming for both of us. But as we learned more about each other’s personality, the bond between us grew stronger. When it was raining, she would help me stay dry. When it was cold, she would help me stay warm. When I was in trouble, she’d help me run until it was safe. She has seen me laugh and she has seen me cry. She’s seen my crawl and she’s seen me fly. How did this happen? True love blossomed before my eyes, unbeknownst to me. Why did I fight this for so long?

She began to grow older. She lost a step or two over the years and I was starting to think I deserved better. I couldn’t appreciate her wrinkles, scars and fading. She groaned when I asked something of her, but she never made a fuss. Her loyalty never faded, but my appreciation for her did.

I didn’t deserve all that she had to offer. I took her for granted and always assumed that I would eventually find something better. Until one day I woke up and she was gone forever. I didn’t believe my parents when they told me that she’d left with another man. I didn’t want to believe it, but it was true. After all It wasn’t until I got a little older that I realized just how valuable her mild personality truly was.  those years, someone finally saw her for all that she was worth. She was gone forever. I will never forget her or our time together. I hope that the man that she’s with now treats her better than I ever could. I just want her to be taken care of the way she deserved. And if she’s somewhere out there, reading this right now… I hope that she knows she was the best damn minivan a guy could ever ask for. I love you, Tan Dragon. And I always will.