#DailyPost: Write out what you normally write about and weave in….a song lyric that has been sticking with you all week.
***Look out for the lyrics of some songs of our day and type them in the comments’ session when you’ve found them. Have fun! 🙌***
It was like any other day when my eyes first fell on her. All I could mutter was, “Dear God, I think I saw an angel with my own eyes.”
So I drew near and offered my heart on a platter, promising her paradise on earth with the words, “I want to be the one you believe in your heart as sent from heaven.”
She smiled and my heart sighed in relief because I knew she believed me. But then she asked me, “Why do you love me?”
Ei, was it a test to assess my motive? For a moment, I couldn’t think of one good reason to declare. “I love everything about you,” was my safest bet.
She nodded and asked, “Do you think I’m beautiful?”
I smiled and replied, “I don’t think you’re beautiful; I think you’re beyond it.” I literally saw her walls crumbling down.” Yay, I had won round one! Whew!
When I told my best friend of my feat, all he could say that she was ‘badder than bad’ and a talented ‘heartbreaker.’ But I wouldn’t be perturbed, dismissing his concerns with the words, “The heart wants what it wants.”
So I went ahead to enjoy my fairy tale love story. And it was good whiles it lasted. No, it was better than good. And we were at a good place; I was good to her so I was paralyzed with shock when she dropped the bombshell.
“Are we over?” I asked, almost in tears. She answered in the affirmative.
“At least let me love you goodbye. Won’t you stay till the a.m?” I pleaded, hoping she’d change her mind after that. But her mind was made up and she walking out right after that proved that. How could an angel break my heart? I thought in shock.
My heart shattered and I had to nurse my wounds myself. Whenever I thought of how much I had ‘invested’ in her and our relationship, financially being my worst heartache. Then I had my stitched heart ripped open again, bleeding incessantly when I saw her on campus with one of the buddies I had introduced her to. My friend was right; she was the ‘baddest girl’ ever.
Months passed and I got my life back together or most of it until one fateful day when a call came through.
“Hello from the other side.” Wow, this lady was good; putting up a great show about regretting leaving me. If I didn’t know, better, I’d have believed her.
I initially decided to ignore her but she began with her fake declarations of love, I exploded.
“Who do you think you are, collecting your jar of hearts? I loved you with everything I had. I gave you the attention when nobody else was paying; I was on my knees when nobody else was praying…”
“I know and I’m sorry but you and me got a whole lot of history,” she said.
“That’s not enough.” I must admit, it felt good to have the ball in your court.
“What can I do to make things right?” “How many nights would it take to count the stars? That’s the time it would take to fix my heart,” I replied lyrically.
“You were a lot of things while we were together but you are a nightmare dressed like a daydream. I’m sorry but from now, you are just somebody that I used to know” and I ended the call.
It felt good putting her behind me.
But I had learnt a lesson. Next time, if I ever fall in love so hard, I hope the lady would be a friend.