He came into my life as suddenly as he went. I had finished the 'seeing' ceremony and had done my selection bit too. And then just when I was about to 'seal my vows' as it were; I caught a glimpse of grey. I turned and he almost winked at me.
I went nearer and saw the introduction etched plainly on his visage - me & myself. I was impressed despite the narcissist tone. My good impression swiftly turned to love and we began living, breathing and sleeping together.
It was a union quite made in heaven. He fitted me perfectly and we were constantly together. And like in every union, there were some unpleasantness sometimes.
He hated it when I went out with him during rains. That was when he used to create maximum trouble. He used to clam up and refuse to work. Stubborn creature. And he was the jealous type too. He didn't like anybody else coming too close to me - he used to give them a sharp jab. But I didn't mind too much - because he had all the time in the world for me.
And then one day, he decided he had had enough of this world. I am sure he wanted to go in quite the grand narcissistic fashion.
We were speeding along a vehicle-choked road when he decided that it was time - before I could realise, he had let go of my hand. And a split second later, a car ran over him. There were only crushed remains to remember him by.
Time, they say, heals. But I will continue to feel your loss, oh my dearest watch.