DEAR LOVED STRANGER

Sir,

I saw him driving his car, with his jovial smile inside it; he smiled at me when I was already scrutinising him. His smile was handsome, fine-looking and innocent like that of a baby. That’s the moment which transformed everything sandwiched between us.

You came into my life without warning; I just woke up one morning not believing that I had tasted that cherry-flavored lip balm you left on my lips.
Not the point when I got your number in my phonebook, texting you all night, every tone on my phone brought bliss because I knew it was you and it really was you. Right now I am like glue stuck on you with no hope that I will ever get loose and move on. I was naïve and truly honest to you, but to you it was a game when to me it wasn’t. You decided to play everything cool while I was drowning in you.

You said I was a fledgling, not ready to love; this was just fun and lust, when all I think and thought about is you. I am still learning how to handle hurricanes and storms even now. What I greatly love about you is that you were honest from the word go, you made it clear that you were not used to commitments, it isn’t you. I had to accept that and be who I was not just because of what I felt for you. I had to agree with everything you said just to make you happy, not that I had issues with self-esteem but because I wanted to, it felt so right.

A text from you made me smile as if I had butterflies in my stomach, as if I had won something. Your touch made me feel complete. Nothing pains me more than seeing you with the new girl.
I still question myself what to do to be back in your arms again, to be loved by you again. Sometimes I wish I could grab your hand and let you know that there is this girl who deeply loves you, a girl who would do anything and everything to make you happy. The sad thing is that you suddenly left without saying goodbye.
I would honestly understand if you would tell me why you don’t love me anymore.

If it were up to me, I would send a radio message, shouting and screaming to the whole nation that I need you back in my life. It wouldn’t be because I’m a lunatic or something, I just don’t want to lose something that might be meant to be mine, and to waste tears of sorrow on someone who feels the same way I feel about him but is afraid to face me because he thinks I don’t do relationships.

I am not perfect, I am sorry for not being that, I am sorry I never did what you wanted me to do, I never did everything you asked of me. I never thought I would write it all down but here I am today, penning it on paper. I am sorry for making your life hard and ruining whatever I ruined, it was not my intention.

Nkosing’phile NtshaliNtshali

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