It's almost midnight and still no word from you. No calls, no texts, no pings, no whatsapp messages, no nothing! I'd almost forgotten what it felt like to sit by my phone and wait for it to ring. I'd almost forgotten how it felt to have my heart skip a beat everytime the red light blinks. I'd almost forgotten how to curb my hope when I hear an alert; excitedly rush to the phone while telling myself it wasn't from you anyways, just so I don't get my hopes up too high (well, it eventually wasn't from you. None of them were). I'd almost forgotten all these and my life was freaking perfect. It was just fine. I had no complaints. I had no hopes or expectations and do you know what that means? That's pure bliss!
But then you came along with your thick head of hair, your bushy brows, your warm, full lips, your 6ft4 frame, your broad shoulders, your smooth dark skin, your deep voice, your chocolate kisses, your promises, and you reminded me of what it all felt like. You reminded me of what it felt like to hope. To hell with you!
You know what sucks? I'm typing this with all the rage in me yet my eyes still twitch to see if my phone's ringing, my heart still races at the thought of hearing your voice. Oh, that's even too much to ask for, a simple text would do. I wonder if you've even thought of me today, even for a second. Did I cross your beautiful mind at all? Don't worry, I already know the answer to that.
Good night you cold, unfeeling, thoughtless man. I hope you toss and turn in your sleep, and see me lurking in every corner of your dream, I hope you wake up in cold sweat and feverishly grab your phone and call me. I hope you'll open your mouth and "I love you, Nwando" would tumble out before you can hold it back. I hope I'll wake up tomorrow and forget what it feels like to hope.
Thelma, Nwando, Whatever..
Goodnight my people. Better days ahead......