You like her composure, her innocent look, you find it hard to relate her to the wild things she did to you or made you do while you were both a thing. God forbid you use the word relationship to describe what you had. That was enough reason to make her leave. That damned woman.
If you’ve met my ex, you probably know me as “that girl” which I assume he followed by rolling his eyes or a snare depending on which of my exes you’ve met.
A letter to;
1. the boys
|The basic|
It’s time to ruin and reign.
One week, two weeks, three months…loneliness is a terrible thing, a close cousin to death. Sometimes you need company, even if it’s from the devil.
What can I say, sorry? Tbh, I’m not in love with you. I was just bored and in desperate need of thrill. I mean who can blame me? Have you tried balancing figures for a living? If it makes you feel better at least you hit, at least you were good enough for that, sorry if you didn’t.
On the bright side, you made it past the “I have a boyfriend” I don’t know about you ladies but this never gets old. Why you ask? Because it’s magic. Now that I’m being honest, I should probably tell you I lied.
2. I loved
|The one|
How many times did I reach out, how many times did I say I love you and how many times did you reply?
I’ve moved on just as I did with all the others.
I knew eventually, you’d call and now you do.
But I’m not concerned, why should I?
You had your chance you took your turn and when you did
How relevant were my feelings to you and now you know.
3. Before
|Next please!|
Hey Babe, it dawns on me that I’m falling head over heels for you. And you I. The PDAs, the way you look into my eyes and what I feel when you do (kutoka mbio) and something unsettling stirs inside me. It’s not that I don’t want to love or be loved. I do. But I’m not ready.
Love has become a fantasy; a bubble I don’t want to pop. The minute we’ve set sail on this ship, the mystery is solved and reality will kick in. A reality I’m not entirely prepared for, despite the fact I pushed for it for so long.
Baby, I love you. But our hearts don’t leave in the same space so tell me how to break yours with grace.
, JOIN OUR
Deep
So it ends just like that??I want more sweetheart
I personally do not believe in love or relationships. I believe in a contractual basis to call each other bae and fuel the need for physical intimacy. Feelings, like bodies, are subject to rot. Good blog anyway, artistic!!
Morrrreee
Too deep…but i personally feel like there is a small girl hiding in a shell somewhere makes me want to as what is she so afraid of?
|the one|
BEHIND THE SCENES
Different things inspire me to write. For this particular blog it was a Netflix movie ‘To All the boys, I loved before’ initially a book sequel by Jenny Han.
The first draft was before I actually got to watch the screen play but I’d watched the trailer. I couldn’t stop imagining how it will play out. Particularly during dull days, which are a lot in Kenya. It’s a country where nothing ever happens.
Hi there! This blog post could not be written much better!
Looking through this post reminds me of my previous roommate!
He always kept talking about this. I am going to send this post
to him. Fairly certain he will have a great read. Thank
you for sharing!