Blancpain

Yves007
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Now that you're gone, I miss you...

I guess that's how life is.

You found your dream timepiece and you promised yourself that one day it will be yours. That moment finally arrives and you're the happiest.

So much that you even paid your dear Blancpain a trip to her homeland at Le Brassus, Switzerland, to visit its father, Willy Moret, before his retirement.

But an unattended serie of events comes across your path and you are left with no alternative: you must let go your crown jewel .

Therefore, in all due respect for the potential buyer, you do not wear your dream watch anymore, you just can't. Because in good ethic, you came to the conlusion that if you were that buyer, you would want to acquire the most pristine timepiece on the market. So, almost everyday, I would be watching my crown jewel tick, with its incredible accuracy, I would admire its perfectly balanced dial. In my hands, I would feel its featherweight presence but also its toughness. I would have a look at its heart thru its display back. And then, my dream watch would go back into its personal winder until that special ritual repeats itself.

It is obvious: you know that one day it won't be there anymore but you do not want it to happen. You're kind of happy with your ritual because you still have a very "intimate" relation with your dream piece.

And one day, destiny knocks at your door: it comes to put an end at your relationship. It's the reality check reminding you why you needed to sell it and pragmatism wins over passion.

That last night is very special: you take your time to carefully wrap your loved one. You gently put it in its superb wood box. You find the best antishock packaging box available. You stretch that moment, you are in no rush at all. You regret...but life must go on.

Someone else will be that lucky person who will develop a passionate relationship with your ex. But you are confident that, indeed, you found the right one to replace you. And who knows, one day, in a trip to Italy, you two will cross path and your Blancpain will be there, on his wrist, happy and delivered from its too many days prisoner of a winder.

To my Blancpain, I wish all the best and I thank you to have been part of my life!

Regards,

Yves