She stood by the window staring into blank space. Probably giving the world a keen look, hoping to at least get a hint of what it is she usually does wrong. Today was different; she spent the whole day locked up in her room. She was only gladder her roommate had boarded the 7:00 am bus for home and was not to come back soon. She could swear every line in every song in her playlist made sense. It sank deep, almost felt like the artists wrote them with her in mind. The music was the only way to calm her nerves, and rid thoughts of suicide, rage and revenge.
She was aggravated by the thought of giving so much for so little if anything at all. She was now single, within a night’s span. Yester night went well, as a matter of fact, perfect. They say joy comes in the morning…her morning only brought a black cloud of pain. She slept cuddled up in the arms of her man or rather now, her ex. She felt she’d choke on her own spit trying to call him an ex. Last night he kissed her, he held her tight, he whispered sweet words only to wake up dumb and half deaf.
He didn’t want her to touch him, neither did he speak a word. She persisted in wanting to know what the matter was, but he insisted on denying that there was any problem. It hurt her to know; he was hers but still would keep something away. She had not sworn it before a priest and her family but deep down, she knew, it was For Better or For Worse.
Her heart raced as she bit her lip in regret when he finally decided to speak. ‘Am tired. This relationship is not working, I want out. ‘His tone was cold and the look in his eyes was frozen. There was clearly no amount of persuasion that could change his mind. It was heart wrenching to think that there is another woman in the picture.
His last statement still rings in her mind. ‘You are just a baggage.’ She wondered if she had been a baggage 6 months’ worth of love. She checked the last text he sent, he was clear he did not want anything to do with her. If only she could ask one more time for an explanation or rather a second chance, the only thing that held her back was how firm his decision already was.
He must have given too many signs before he came to this, she must have been blinded by love. Her heart ached in a way she swore it never would. She now had every reason to rebuild the walls she tumbled when she opened up to love him.
A tear dropped on the diary she held and she wrote ‘Only time will tell now.’ She then picked the phone and dialled my number ‘I need a tissue and a shoulder…come over.’ She left me a voice message.
Message from OOGAM
If you choose to love, give it your all. When you are not sure about it, don’t toy with a human heart. Had a broken heart before? Then don’t break another.
Come get a tissue...
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