Dear Sally

Dear Sally

I had dreamed about this day for months now, and finally it was here, you were mine, I was yours, and I was in love.  I couldn’t believe the day we met, it was a dream come true.  From the moment I saw you, I knew I had to have you, although it took awhile, you were worth the chase.  There was no doubt about it; you were perfect.

Your body defined by sleek lines that made you look graceful and beautiful, yet mysterious all at the same time.  The smooth skin of your body, your head and ooh boy, your rear, which screamed, “Look at me!” and did I look? Oh yeah, baby, and who wouldn’t?  We belonged together.

On our first day, we travelled around the city enjoying the sights.  You hadn’t been around Adelaide yet, despite being here for a month, so I took you on a tour.  We learnt so much from each other.  I saw Adelaide for the first time through your eyes as a newcomer and it opened up a whole new world, our world just for us.  No one else could enter this world, for they knew not of our love for each other.

Although no conversations transpired between us, we knew what the other was thinking.  There wasn’t a need for talking, we were together and that’s all that mattered.  The best part was disappearing for days on end at a moment’s notice to do whatever we could think of doing.  Long drives on winding country roads that led us through areas where the green trees reached across the road forming protection from the bright sun above or through country areas where the red soil stood stark against the vast spaces of dried grass all yellowed from the summer sun. 

My friends thought you were pretty cool, but no-one liked you as much as I.  As days turned into nights and nights into days, our friendship blossomed into something more like a rose bud blossoms into a beautiful rose.  There was no mistaking it, we were soul mates, you and I and we were destined to be together forever.

Throughout our trips, you had eyes for no one but me, and the response you gave when I asked a question, well, that was just a roaring feeling.  Your throbbing heart beat just in tune with mine and the radio entered that deep space between us as a mere fly in the background.

On the weekends, you didn’t mind if we took my dog George for drives and despite him hanging his head out of the window to catch the wind, you didn’t mind.  You accepted him and he accepted you.  You never judged me, George or my friends, you were there when I needed you most especially in the early hours of the morning when I couldn’t sleep because I was angry at something or someone and you’d take me for a drive to let me cool off.

Then came the day that someone hit you, for no reason at all they just up and hit you.  I lost my temper that day, which wasn’t good, but I’d do it again.  How dare they hit you?  How dare they damage your beautiful body because they were careless.  It was a shame, a real shame.  No longer would your body be perfect, no longer would I be able to run my hands down that sleek, gorgeous body of yours without feeling a scar or two.

Each day I would come and visit you to check on your progress and each day, you were just that little bit better, and each day I would sigh and be thankful that I hadn’t lost you.  I don’t know what I would’ve done if I had, I would never find another as perfect as you.

When you were better, I examined your body and discovered your scars weren’t as bad as I feared.  You still had your sleek body and only if you knew where to look could you see your scars.  Not once did you lose any of your drive and after your ordeal you were the same old Sally.

The chemistry between us deepened during your sick time and once you were better we were even more inseparable than before.  More than ever we went for longer drives and discovered places we’d never heard about that weren’t on the maps and we just kept on discovering.

Speed.  Another factor in our lives we both loved.  Together we would reach speeds well in excess of the limit and occasionally we’d get caught, but we’d both be exhilarated from the adrenalin rush.  As often as we could, we would drive to the Northern Territory, there was no speed limit there and we were both in our element.

Each day I am reminded of the time when I first laid eyes on you at the Ford dealer.  The only Falcon XR8 in metallic red, with matching seats, steering wheel and trim.  There is nothing greater than the thrill of driving around with you, of sliding into the driver’s seat, taking a hold of your steering wheel, and feeling the power of your engine roar in response to the touch of the accelerator as we cruise the streets.  It’s almost sad when I reach my destination, but I know that you’ll always be waiting for me.

Love forever and always

Matt