Love: A Valentine's Day Special

Love is not safe at all

To fall in love is to literally expose yourself to the most hurtful of things. you can be beaten, your can be robbed, you can lose huge chunks of money....but no hurt beats that of a broken heart. Happy, my ex is a huge testament to this. This girl had this notion that she fell in love with me the moment she laid her eyes on me. It even seemed very right that we kissed on the first we met. I am sure if it was not for my limitation on curfew back then, I would have been invited to her dorm room and in the least, get to second base. So easily did she believe that I loved her so much just because I said. She did everything in her power to please me. She gave me food, money, clothes, gifts and biggest of all....some really steamy sex. Yet she soon became annoying and I was sick of being around her. I miss Happy so much right now. She was easily the best girlfriend I ever had, yet I treated her so inhumane. I wish I would take all this crap back but it's done. I broke a heart, one which thought that a soul-mate had come in to keep her safe

Love might let you fall

Watching CI everyday makes me realise that most homicides that occur when people snap, are because of love. Yet even after realising that the murder occured because of an error in judgement and therefore it can be corrected by a plea of guilt and a lighter sentence, cover ups are made and victims somehow left to be villains by the very people who claimed to be in so much love. Love excessively and you will surely die.

Love will take your time

I spent the better part of two years being an on and off boyfriend to probably the one person I can call the love of my life. Yet she took in all my bullshit and inferior ambitiousness. Ivy told her best friend Carol how sweet I was, how down to earth I was, how not full of myself I was. Yet all I told my best friend Mark was how I was full of Barley, how it was his turn to cook, how lazy I was to wash my sheets. She was a beauty, everyone worshiped her. I did too, but just not to the right proportions. Yet it is funny, I was madly in love with this girl but somehow I did not have a thing to show for it. I kinda woke up to these realities but soon fell back to my nonchalant ways. On top of all this bullshit, I also poisoned her mind with the things that I loved that she did not care about. I wasted her time. She might think different, but I have learnt to appreciate all the bullshit in my life as bullshit. Pride won't let me, but I would do everything different if ever she let me in again. But then again, dwelling on the past is shit. Here is gone.

Love is not easy

Brie is a good kisser. Yet something keeps telling me going any further might one day deprive me of that sweet, soft mouth of hers. She is funny, she gets me and interestingly she lets me kiss her on end. She is far away now, yet when I think of calling her, I fear two things. She might be feeling me so. Or, I might be the one doing so. But her kind of dwelling worries the crap out of me as all I can see are complications right ahead. Not her fault, all mine actually. I allow anxiety to rule over me. Doubt gets the best of me and I look at love as something that might end up not giving me the Brie that I know but instead give me a sad Brie that breaks my heart at the thought of me doing exactly that to her.

Love will break you

I told Merab that I would try to be her boyfriend. I also told myself that with the cheery personality, the innocence and the good sex, it wouldn't be a problem falling in love with her. I lied to her and I lied to myself. But my sweet Merab changed that day I told her I was bailing on her. She became entrenched in all sorts of dare devil activities and many times she came out crying. What beats me though is the fact that she never seemed to be angry at me. I would tell her point blank of my need for pussy and she was always more than willing to shove my process into her apple. She was the perfect example of a good girl gone bad. Sean Carter thinks when that happens, she is gone for ever. Well I broke her, I just wish I could trace her now so I could fix her.

Love is good

One thing is true, Love is good. It brings two completely different souls together and when the perfect fit takes toll.....fire works just. I await that day with positive anxiety and when I get my God sent, I just might never let her go.

Names altered to protect certain people's identity

Escapades of an infatuated man (Part I)

I met her on new year's day. She came in later on as the night's excitement wore off but mine was just starting, I could tell you that. A birthday party with an outrageously too sweet or nice a cake to be legal and a crowd more unforgivably uncouth and an ever pouring well of intoxicant couldn't beat the grande finale....a girl.

See on this night, I got caught by my students doing things I keep telling them not to do, and it was so much fun because they realised that behind this calm, collected exterior is a guy who is more human than they are. But that is besides the point. And quite frankly I don't see the point I was going to make when I wrote this paragraph so, moving along....

Laftaz was the scene. That yellow tape around the back directly opposite the loos. Strangely we did not mind, probably because we had decided to be chemists of sorts and herbalists and comics and lady's men and gentleman's girls if those are even words. Then enter the "GIRL".

You ever saw a girl who gets in and all she does is want to have fun. Well this girl was not one of those. All she wanted was to meet the guy who had the kush. Now do you ever get that feeling that you are being witch hunted and yet it was all just an innocent question? Well I did not get that feeling because all I wanted was to meet the girl. And when it happened it was magic.

We embraced like we had known each other for four years. then smoked weed like addicts and told each other stories that rarely made sense. And you know why? Because we did not really listen to the stories that kept slipping from our lips, we paid more attention to the stories that were being said in our eyes.

 Nothing else really mattered at that point, well until the bouncer came in and busted us with the sacred herb. He threw us out and we were embarrassed to the pulp. I think that really mattered. I learnt something that day, that girl knew me and I knew her, but we were both too blind to eachother's actual persona that we just allowed this facade of the cool guy and girl to sweep us right out of reality. We were shit in real life without the meditation smoke.

I gave her my number, don't know why I didn't take hers. But one thing I know is I will await that call on my Salongo for another week and give up. Probably she caught on on the fact that her high made her see things or maybe get me a good android phone....she might have texted to my WhatsApp. Keeping all options open for her. Too much hope....it keeps us alive.