Part 2
It was a celebration when he and I met once again — just like the first time.
What is it about us and celebrations?
Hmm. Life is so fucked up.
I had just ended a relationship that drained me. I kept going back, over and over, until one day, I didn’t. This time, I was done.
Not mad. Not angry. Not hurt. Just… done.
Like taking a shower — no matter how long it lasts, eventually, you step out.
And then, another celebration. Only this time, unlike before, we talked.
The conversation was captivating. It felt like we had known each other forever, like two familiar souls finding their way back. One of those talks you never want to end.
Lol.
Damn, there really are sweet men out there. And you know what? You meet them when you finally start seeing yourself better.
It’s always a you thing. Trust me.
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I’m not saying we fell in love at first sight, or that this story is about love.
But rather… what lies in the crevices of it.
I was in a place where I was ready to step into the unknown.
Raised to be a “good woman,” to date with restraint, to not be too expressive about sex and desire — something I believe most African women can relate to.
Yes, I am African.
Lol. That’s as much as I’m giving away about my identity.
As I was saying, I was in a place where I was ready for a new beginning. I just wanted to experience the world for what it was — on my own terms — while still being careful.
And as a Christian, these are things you dare not speak of. You follow the laws of the Holy Book, you do what is expected.
So if you thought this was just a thread to satisfy your curiosity, think again.
This is something more.
This is me — letting out a whole lot of energy and emotions. Things I cannot speak, only write.
With the hope that somehow, these words find you, whoever you are.
