I feel excited writing this, I don’t really know if it will excite you as much as it excites me. It’s all about love and life, the red roses the blue violets and then there’s mine, or should I say ours. Note that relations, especially the intimate ones are not a walk in the park or as many view it; the expensive dinners, the long walks by the beach, or the couple’s photoshoots, or trending on all the social media platforms in each others’ hands, wearing matching outfits or the common expensively planned proposals; NO.
All I ever wanted was to be like those having everything described above but fate had me walking a different path. Love is tough, if I were to exergerate the toughness I would for you to get what I mean.
So there’s this guy we met at one of my favorite restaurant in down town, introduced to me by a friend. I wont get into the details about it but to sum it up; the first encounter was all hot, spicy, sauce, every lady’s dream but was never meant to last.
This guy was my friend’s new boyfriend, she had not revealed him to us for vetting as we had always done in the past. So both of us had the same guy, there we were flaunting him everywhere and anywhere we were or associated to.
The vetting day came, actually ’twas the girls night out. we had dedicated it to knowing our boyfriends and that is when all hell broke loose. I was shook out of my comfortable sit, I felt the world cave down on me, my bloating tummy gave in to a trail of fart. We laughed at our sorry hearts that are quick to love but as we always comforted ourselves, “we got to move regardless”
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