There was probably something wrong with my network service, or maybe Instagram had become faulty. Or, wait… it was probably the malaria medications I had taken. The doctor warned that hallucinations were a common side effect. That could not be him in that picture on one knee proposing to another lady. Thinking of it in…
There was probably something wrong with my network service, or maybe Instagram had become faulty. Or, wait… it was probably the malaria medications I had taken. The doctor warned that hallucinations were a common side effect.
That could not be him in that picture on one knee proposing to another lady.
Thinking of it in retrospect now, I should have sensed the Universe warning me when the lyrics to the famed song blared on the radio while we were stuck in traffic four months ago.
“I’m only gonna break break your, break break your heart…” it said. And ‘break, break’ my heart he did.
Could I be blamed for being deceived by those delicious kisses of his? That day, in traffic when we kissed, I could swear the air suddenly smelled better; the exhaust smoke of the truck before us seemed to me as fairy dust. Only that it was uncharacteristically black, but that was pardonable. Anything was pardonable; I was in love.
All those dates and outings, the late night rendezvous (no sex, mind you) and visits to his family’s home swarmed through my mind in an endless torment. I mean, we obviously had something going on, even though he never really asked me to be his girlfriend… right? I kind of sensed he would, eventually. Everyone said we were quite the couple and that we thought alike. I guess not.
My heart tugged with regret at the realization that I had been a fool. Damn! It hurt. How could this be? I still wore the dress he gave me two days ago as my birthday gift. I kept staring at the picture (thanks to Instagram, I wouldn’t have known). What was I to do? Call and cuss him out in Real Housewives of Atlanta fashion…No!!! I was going to be matured about it and so I sent him a congratulatory message as the “friend zoned lady” while still trying to wrap my head around the events of the past months. So, guys and ladies get in here…ladies also get friend zoned.
Ladies, out there, if you feel something strong for a guy and you are super sure he feels the same way and y’all have been touchy feely, plix h’axe him what his intentions are. Who waiting in silence don epp? Definitely not me.
Do not allow him get all the benefits that would naturally go with relationships– a serious, intentional relationship. If not he gets all the goodies, which will make committing a bore since he has gotten them anyways.
I know it might seem too forward and direct but for your emotional and psychological welfare ask him. There are numerous ways to go about it (ask me for tips) because if the “issue” is not discussed both of you are just kissing friends, that’s all.