This piece is by a guest writer... just trying out lol.. but enjoy it. :)
They call
me observant . that’s not particularly true. People are so damn easy to read we
bleed emotions even in the way we drink our coffee. No one seems to notice
though. They’re all busy drinking their own coffee.
She was doing just fine…happy go lucky girl.
It was all over for her and she did it for herself, chose to
move on to greater and better things or rather people.
In fact she created a box just for him...put all the memories
and feelings that concerned him;
She closed it and promised herself never to open that box
again, for her own sake….to be able to let him go without a lot of melodrama
and not look like that desperate girl who can’t get oveatelo man.
To be able to guard her heart from the pain that was almost penetrating
through her heart. After that she was okay, she could afford a smile and flirt
with kina everyone. She could open up her heart again for that butterfly
feeling experience everyone talks about.
She forgot all about the man who couldn’t be hers, that guy
who led her on only to crush her at the end, so she had to convince herself it
was all in her head to be able to get through life. She was still broken but
she was doing just fine. She thought.
6 months later…
She had forgotten about this man who made her world go round…tried
to move on to better Kenyan men hehe…and decided to be happy and you know what
fuck it…love doesn’t come every day so she was almost in love.
Yaani he waited for her to be emotionally stable. Waited for 6
whole months of silence to text and say “Hey you”… who does that? Really… “Hey you”.
After 6 months that’s all you say “Hey you” as if we were best of friends.
There goes her box…opened up wide and every feeling comes rushing,
the wound became fresh again. She looked at her phone and couldn’t sum up the
courage to reply… she just looked…tempted to reply but with her big ego and
excitement she just looked away.
These Jatelo men will be the end of us!
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