A Love Letter

My Dearest One Way Sign, 

Well, the verdict is in.  Just as we suspected.  I overheard the P-Units talking last night and we are in fact moving.  They've been saving all my diaper boxes; the Portable On Demand Storage unit sits coldly in the driveway; I've overheard the many phone calls with the realtor. But I've been in denial.  Until last night when it became plain and clear.  I can't ignore the signs (excuse the pun) anymore.  They are rushing around, actually putting stuff  in the diaper boxes, sorting through things for a garage sale, and generally running around like parents who have to move their entire house the week after they return from vacation.  Good times.  Good times.  

Anyway, get this.  We're moving to a subdivision.  Seriously.  A subdivision.  I don't understand them and they're American consumption mindset.  Especially during a recession.  They say they want more space, more closets, more this, more that.  What they don't seem to be considering here is what this is going to do to you and me.  I simply can't bear the thought of leaving you.  Alone at the end of the street with only strangers nearby.  

I know, I know.  I understand that you can't leave Battle Avenue.  And that you are needed to direct drivers to not drive in both directions on your street.  Your job is important.  You save lives.  I get it.  Let's try looking on the bright side - my parents have friends who live in the neighborhood so I'm thinking that I will at least get to visit on occasion.  It's not like I get to see you all that much as it is.  Just so you know, I give them the picture of you all the time.  That's how I "ask" to go see you.  Many times they dismiss me and say "Not right now."  "Well, then when?" I ask.  "When?"  

My parents think they're doing me a favor by allowing me to see you once, maybe twice, a day.  And when they finally do take me to see you, then they set that stupid timer for 3 minutes and then make me leave when it goes off.  You know what I'm talking about...you've seen it firsthand.  Do they really think 3 minutes is long enough for us to be together?  Don't they see my agony when they rip me away from you?  Don't they see the pain they cause?  They simply don't understand me or our relationship.  

I have to admit, I was wooed by a handicapped sign the other day.  But quite honestly, it did nothing for me in the end.  It was too small and I don't care for the blue color with white lettering.  It's nothing compared to your bold black block letters set strikingly against the chalky bone white.  Your steely strong body.  The way you say the same thing on both sides. You amaze me.  Your beauty is undeniable.  You always make me smile.  In fact, I smile the minute I set foot on the sidewalk and I can see you standing strong in the distance.  When I finally get my hands on you, I find it so very hard to let go.  I just simply want to hold you and look up at your beautifully delightful black and white face.  

Please know, it's not my choice to move.   I don't want to.   I will think of you often.  You are my one true love.  And you always will be. 

S.W.A.K.  

Yours Truly and Forever, 

Louie

Louie

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One Way

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