It's scandalous that I chose you, son of Adam.
It wasn't so at the beginning, I thought choosing you was the most beautiful thing ever occurred to me. A better tale than that of Romeo and Juliet and our generations would only call out our names in their erotic episodes and fictional characters.
I remember every bit of all the conversations we've had in the past. They were wrapped with care and overflowing love. Oftentimes I'd ask why you love me so, but your answer remained- I was the only option heaven gave you and you wander around in search of one with a heart so kind and loving and you fail to find one that matched my persona. In your hunt for love you're bruised by thorny souls and your bleeding always found nursing on my bosom. I'd reassure you of a possible love that will bloom and no tear will ever flow of pain and agony, cause her well will be like a fountain that flows with flesh water and truly quenching your thirst.
The son of Adam finally had his eyes enlightened after quite a number of heart breaks. I knew deep within my heart that he was quite damaged and broken and I just had to watch him heal all over again. Part of the healing process had us escape in to nature just to catch the sun set and other times, watch the birds and listen to them cheeping. Basically,nature was therapeutic.
One Thursday evening, we adventured into Oloolua nature trail,one we hadn't been to before. I'm chirpy and his mood is equally lighted up. It's calm,only the sounds of birds and crickets can be heard. We also afford making hearty laughs that at some point I lose focus and tripped over a stone. I'm not hurt cause, the son of Adam is right on time to rescue. It's almost like playing roles on a romantic scene. He's grinning while still maintaining a firm eye contact, as he struggles to get me back up.
"Why give me the look, what's up?" I ask.
"Nothing much,but I cannot help but notice how caring you're and I love you. " He says.
We laughed that off and proceeded further to help our curiosity. But these words echoed in my mind and heart and were engraved therein.
Honestly,I loved his company. He's the chatty type and as an introvert, conversations are my cup of latte! We agree to disagree and we have a couple of activities which we both love and engage in. Creativity is our lot,curiosity is always the drive.
With all this, in my mind he's the perfect match. I adore him! He does profess his love for me, a million more times, in my mind I know he's healing and I can't say nothing to him. It finally becomes a routine, we meet often, coffee dates and walks in the park.
It's now June, he request for a week away and we've to cancel our horse racing that week. He's excused. The second week he shows up and we do a drive away from the city life, we drive to Maasai Mara and back to the city. Something's off about him, his emotions are constantly changing and it's as though he's forcing the moment, but the fun on my end is too much to bother myself. After all, he is here with me. After the roadtrip, he disappears for months. No calls,just messaging once in a while to check on my wellbeing . We respect each others privacy so we let it be. He's simply unavailable.
Truth is, at this point I'm bothered. I want to see him and hear him talk. I crave for his company and wish he's right there. Of course,I've always loved him.But we chose silence even though my heart wailed and mourned,desiring for his presence.
One evening I decide to call him, just to check how he's doing, that was what I'd say to him. He's fine and happy and somehow we reconnect. I call three times that week consecutively. On a Thursday morning he too decides to call and he demanded for privacy since there are matters deserving his full attention.
(Sigh!)
My asking for why this was so, he says," I'm married!" and immediately hangs up.
My ovaries joined me in mourning,I was numb and speechless at the time.A myriad of questions flooded my mind with none to respond.
My heart has always chosen you, I even consulted my ovaries, uterus and the entirety of me knew that heaven created me specially for you!Was that not what you wanted me to believe?
I believed it, and I was certain it was you.
But it seems I'm a skilled practitioner in nursing wounded hearts, I suppose mine should be left out in the sun for it to dry!
Indeed, it's scandalous that my heart chose you.
It wasn't so at the beginning, I thought choosing you was the most beautiful thing ever occurred to me. A better tale than that of Romeo and Juliet and our generations would only call out our names in their erotic episodes and fictional characters.
I remember every bit of all the conversations we've had in the past. They were wrapped with care and overflowing love. Oftentimes I'd ask why you love me so, but your answer remained- I was the only option heaven gave you and you wander around in search of one with a heart so kind and loving and you fail to find one that matched my persona. In your hunt for love you're bruised by thorny souls and your bleeding always found nursing on my bosom. I'd reassure you of a possible love that will bloom and no tear will ever flow of pain and agony, cause her well will be like a fountain that flows with flesh water and truly quenching your thirst.
The son of Adam finally had his eyes enlightened after quite a number of heart breaks. I knew deep within my heart that he was quite damaged and broken and I just had to watch him heal all over again. Part of the healing process had us escape in to nature just to catch the sun set and other times, watch the birds and listen to them cheeping. Basically,nature was therapeutic.
One Thursday evening, we adventured into Oloolua nature trail,one we hadn't been to before. I'm chirpy and his mood is equally lighted up. It's calm,only the sounds of birds and crickets can be heard. We also afford making hearty laughs that at some point I lose focus and tripped over a stone. I'm not hurt cause, the son of Adam is right on time to rescue. It's almost like playing roles on a romantic scene. He's grinning while still maintaining a firm eye contact, as he struggles to get me back up.
"Why give me the look, what's up?" I ask.
"Nothing much,but I cannot help but notice how caring you're and I love you. " He says.
We laughed that off and proceeded further to help our curiosity. But these words echoed in my mind and heart and were engraved therein.
Honestly,I loved his company. He's the chatty type and as an introvert, conversations are my cup of latte! We agree to disagree and we have a couple of activities which we both love and engage in. Creativity is our lot,curiosity is always the drive.
With all this, in my mind he's the perfect match. I adore him! He does profess his love for me, a million more times, in my mind I know he's healing and I can't say nothing to him. It finally becomes a routine, we meet often, coffee dates and walks in the park.
It's now June, he request for a week away and we've to cancel our horse racing that week. He's excused. The second week he shows up and we do a drive away from the city life, we drive to Maasai Mara and back to the city. Something's off about him, his emotions are constantly changing and it's as though he's forcing the moment, but the fun on my end is too much to bother myself. After all, he is here with me. After the roadtrip, he disappears for months. No calls,just messaging once in a while to check on my wellbeing . We respect each others privacy so we let it be. He's simply unavailable.
Truth is, at this point I'm bothered. I want to see him and hear him talk. I crave for his company and wish he's right there. Of course,I've always loved him.But we chose silence even though my heart wailed and mourned,desiring for his presence.
One evening I decide to call him, just to check how he's doing, that was what I'd say to him. He's fine and happy and somehow we reconnect. I call three times that week consecutively. On a Thursday morning he too decides to call and he demanded for privacy since there are matters deserving his full attention.
(Sigh!)
My asking for why this was so, he says," I'm married!" and immediately hangs up.
My ovaries joined me in mourning,I was numb and speechless at the time.A myriad of questions flooded my mind with none to respond.
My heart has always chosen you, I even consulted my ovaries, uterus and the entirety of me knew that heaven created me specially for you!Was that not what you wanted me to believe?
I believed it, and I was certain it was you.
But it seems I'm a skilled practitioner in nursing wounded hearts, I suppose mine should be left out in the sun for it to dry!
Indeed, it's scandalous that my heart chose you.