I trusted you. When everyone told me to give up I still held on. Even though the voice in my head told me it was impossible, I chose instead to listen to the voice inside my heart which beats a belief that impossible is just a word. I trusted you, but you broke my heart. I stayed up till dawn with the hope that you would not let me down, that you would just do my one small request. But you didn’t…

Why O why, couldn’t you just score 1 goal and beat Sunderland - the most crap team in the premiership? Why O why my Manchester United…



I trusted you. You had me for almost 2 years now and you treated me with such love and made every effort to take care of me. I thought you were the best I ever had, no one else could take me from place to place which such danger, excitement and yet be in total control all the way. I was sure you were the one for me… until that day in the car park. You were distracted by that other beauty and carelessly turned your head. And you know what happened next… you scratched my front bumper against the wall, my flawless white paint is now tarnished with a hideous black blemish… How could you?



Stop doing this to me, I can’t take it anymore! You give me such joy by showing your face so beautifully but only to take it away, along with that joy. Every morning & afternoon you get me talking to my friends about how nice you look today and I assure them that you would be there for me. But just when I really need you, you leave me, and choose to go with that cloud who is always crying. Well I hate him and his depressive ways, cause he cries and cries and spoils my Sunday game of soccer and my Monday game of golf. Please come back, even if its just from 5-7pm. I need you.

If only all love stories ended like “Memoirs of a Geisha” – the sweetest show ever by the way (sorry I just watched it). Even if they are indeed between a fan and his favorite soccer team, a car and her owner, and a psychopath and the weather.