By Kenneth Stepp
I’ve owned a lot of cars, and among them, a few classic cars. I remember a 1948 Chevrolet truck I owned, it was my favorite. Everywhere I went, it was admired by all. I’d pull into a parking lot and could see the desire in people’s eyes. They wanted one like that. What they didn’t see was the flaws, they were only seen from my view because I knew every inch of that truck. My baby had to be taken care of, tweaked behind closed doors, and cared for as the gem that it was.
I realized that this truck would be like my girl, I will spend the rest of my life with her. While out in public, she seems flawless, perfect, and blemish free. But what they see depends so much on how I love and serve her when we are alone. What they see is the results of being loved properly. Things they cannot know are, She is my world, I love her, she is my purpose, she is center stage in my life. Because of these things, they see my classic, the object of my affection.
I’ve been single long enough to have had a few close calls. I’ve thought I found her a couple of times, I was completely sure once. But, as fate would have it, it wasn’t to be. It’s funny, when you are both in love, real love, and it still can’t work. Today, we still love one another, but from a distance. We both moved on and we also know it was the right thing for both of us. Our journeys continue.
Have you ever wondered who your soulmate is? Have you met them along the way? Will they appear at the proper moment in my life? I ask these questions and many more. I think I must dwell on these things more than most. I may be obsessed with her. Or maybe I envision a life shared, the adventures, quiet times alone, and the comradore that comes with the kind of relationship that’s stuck in my head.
Am I the only one with these thoughts? Do you have them? If so, what are you doing about it? Myself, I work on me every day. They say self discovery is good for the soul. I’d argue with that tired quote. Self discovery hurts, if done right. Becoming a man of integrity doesn’t just happen. Seven years ago, I was a decent man, a good husband and father. Those who knew me then, wouldn’t recognise me today.
We evolve, we change, how we change is up to us. Change is seldom easy. Change, as I mentioned before, is painful. I’d like to say it gets easier. Easy hasn’t happened for me. You see, we build a community as we move along the way. Many in this community become very important to us. A few, we love. The near misses I had haunt me at times. I read an article from years ago, the emotions I felt when writing it, flood my emotions, certain songs, certain things. Crying comes easy.
I began this with my classic truck and I’ll wrap it up with my classic woman. Everyone will want her, because they see the shiny version of her like they did my truck. The irony is, they see the the results of my love. Real love never ends, I know to pursue her from now on, to make sure she is immersed in my love. She’ll feel safe, content, wanted, and loved. She will be an extension of me. In a word, she will be part of me, she really will be my other half, a true classic indeed.
