Fleeting Love!!!

There was no doubt about it.He was quite a looker. Every time he was out and about on the streets, the heads they turned. Women eyed him with a look of envy and let out sighs. He would make those longing hearts miss a beat or two. He wasn’t exactly a young stallion but he had aged like the finest wine there was to be.

She was young, brimming with youth and the energy that comes with it. Looking at life through rose tinted glasses, she flitted along like a butterfly.Men would gladly lay their hearts bare to the cruel ways of her beauty.And that she was well aware of. So she treated him like she would treat an old servant. To her, he had come of age, served her well and now it was time to go. She was a slave to novelty. Little did she realise that they may come young, but they don’t come as faithful as him. In his days of prime, he was her arm candy. She would flaunt him, flirt with him and they made quite the pair. He had served her long and served her well.

Age had finally caught up with him. There he was, sitting lonesome on the chair in the corner. The darkness and silence of the empty room were too much for him to bear tonight. He had a feeling, a strong one at that.She would walk in with him tonight, a strapping young fellow, with a gorgeous tan and everything else that would make women go crazy with desire. The door opened and she glided right in. She looked gorgeous in that red dress and her never ending lissome legs. He looked at her and soaked in as much as he could. And yes, just like he had expected, she was not alone. He was there, shining bright and with the letters LV stamped right on his head in brilliant gold. He was now reduced to the status of a dilapidated, old Guess bag. He lay there in the chair feeling sorry for himself, while she carefully placed the Louis Vuitton on her plush bed. Love, he sighed, is fleeting.