Carrie started to beat herself up after hanging up the call . Jake made her feel dumb but she felt an unexplained bond to him. He has the nicest eyes and whenever she looked into them she felt she could bare her soul to him. Jake is the regular guy next door and they got along fine as friends till he kissed her one drunken night. Since then they have had the most torrid affair and she couldn’t get herself to stop. She blames the eyes.
Jake sat in his backyard wearing his knickers and multi colored socks with a wind cheater , he looked puzzled. what was that call about? I love this woman and she loves me why cant we get along? He made his way into his bungalow and shut the door behind him , As he hung his coat he reminisced how they met. It was the summer of 1988 then all the young girls came out to the country to have some good fun and he saw her walk down the street in brown khakis and a yellow and white jump suit, her hair was a mess and she wore white sneakers with red polka dot socks . she looked adorable and clueless. he walked up to her and asked “hello miss , did you ,misplace your dog?” she smiled and replied ” no sir, I am on my way to the bakers to get you baked “. They both laughed and became fast friends.
Carrie hated being mad at anyone but this emotional dance was turning her into a monster , so when she heard the ping from her phone she decided to ignore and increased the Beyoncé’s irreplaceable song coming from her mac book. Her apartment could use some sprucing up and she decided to do just that. As she dusted she heard the vibrating sound from the phone and she picked up . Hello , hello Jake are you there? said Carrie.
“Will you marry me Carrie?” said Jake . The next few seconds that followed were so silent that a million angels could have run errands, then Carrie said “oh wow , Jake wow,… (a million thoughts flew through her mind ) we should talk about this sometime, I got to go”.
Dear My Forever,
How was your day ? A nightmare ? I hope not. Work was fine but thoughts of you crossed my mind . Le Lover , Boo , its taking forever for us to be together and since my first letter to you several experiments have happened. I seem to find bits of you in different men but not all of you. I was with Sammy the other day and I kept thinking how perfect it would be if the both of you knew each other and we could all be friends. I love you and I have since I created the idea of you my love.
I have written poems for you , dreamed of birthing a son and daughter for you. Raising a family with you but you remain in my dreams and are constantly hiding from my reality. Are you ashamed of me ? I’m I not good enough for you ? Are you chasing your own fairytale as I have chased you for years? Do you love me?
I wait for you when I line up at the bank to pay my bills, I look for you when the traffic lights turn red. At the pub the other day I kept starring at the entrance waiting for you to walk into my life. Baby, for real why do you walk so slow? I stole a hug from Brian he feels warm and comfortable and he makes me laugh with his funny impressions. Are you Brian?
Baby, talk to me , I am tired of waiting for my love life to start . I am bored of kissing frogs to find my prince, I want to wake up next to you every morning and kiss you good night everyday. I want to make love to you with every ounce of my body and love you as though today is my last . Please let me love you. Please come home to me , send me a ping, an email or a text or pick up the phone and say hello.
I love you and I am waiting for our future to begin
Cassy and Andy have been in a pseudo relationship for weeks now. Everyone in their lives has seen them together except them. After drinks at the pub Cassy asked ” are we official now ?” Andy said ” babe, look at me aren’t we happy ? isn’t this good?” . I like waking up to you. I smell your perfume when you are not around and although I have never said this I love you, this is probably confusing but don’t you feel like we are meant to be together? Cassy smiles and breathes out. 31st of December and a few seconds to midnight and her middle aged lover wont admit he’s in a relationship with her . Is this dating?
Paul skyfall saw a couple who seem a little lost talking and he decided to walk around them to the pub. His last girlfriend had called him a stingy bastard because he didn’t buy gifts so he knew better than date . As he got closer he realized they were having a tiff ( damn , women how can you have a tiff on the 31st with your man? look at the weather ) As he brushes past cassy she spins around and their faces touch . She smiles and impulsively kisses paul, as their lips touch it awakens all the desires she had been burying trying to be in a relationship with Andy. Paul manages out of the kiss and says” oi, what was that for mate?” she says ” fancy a drink mate?” he pauses then nods as they walk in silence to lala land.
As Laura Andrews wore her favourite pink heels out of her apartment she knew today would be the day men prayed to God for a miracle. She strutted them like a pro off the runway. Her date was with her newest broker Mr. Miles Mufasa, He is of south African descent but born and raised in England , so you could taste his accent when he smiled . His perfume was delicate yet masculine a perfect british lay . Her Phone a samsung galaxy S3 rang and she danced a little to the tune with her shoulders swaying from right to left ( of course it was the beyonce’s song “who runs the world? ” girls song) . Immediately she heard his voice her inside resolve started to melt away , she wanted this man to touch her core .There was something in his voice pulling her towards him .she didn’t realize that he was cancelling their date till he said ” rain check darling”. who does that ? get a girl hot & bothered and cancel because you have a blablabla… meeting with your bosses friend. she sighed ,these heels can’t go to waste. she started scrolling through her whatsapp for the next available cutie. she let out a subtle chuckle at the name Leman Banks. They had met at a mall a few weeks ago and had coffee but she didn’t see potentials with a man who cared more about his looks than her but she was a beggar at this point so she can’t choose, so he would do for tonight. she sent him a blushing smiley and after the pleasantries : she told him that she was up & about and wanted to do dinner at his .. Did he mind? of course he said HELL nO.. (who are we kidding?) she rang alicia and told her not to wait up, and headed towards Vain Leman . As she rung the bell , she began to doubt her actions, was this rushed , too impulsive and then decided whatever we only live once. As Leman opened the door he looked as usual : smart casual sexy , smelled like bvlgari man extreme, she gave him a side hug and a peck on the cheek. She showed herself to the sitting area and there was Miles …………. To be Continued…..
How do I define fidelity? What is faithfulness in love? In marriage? In relationships. Do our hearts constantly betray us to obey where our bodies long to go? Do we make excuses for our bodies betrayal? What is faithfulness?
A friend called it a lack of opportunity to be unfaithful. I smiled.
Is faithfulness when I give my heart and commit my body to you? Is faithfulness not betraying you by giving strange looks to the cute guy checking me out at lunch?
Is faithfulness not giving into the temptations, even though you are miles away?
Why doesn’t the love I feel chase the loneliness away? Why doesn’t it take away the heat & the hunger? Why do I crave for you more?
Is faithfulness reaching out to you in any way, with any medium or I’m I too blind to see that I am not a woman in love? But one so full of lust that I have converted it to love? The books portray love with no shades of grey; the thoughts of another should make my skin fall off. Do I cringe at the thought of you with someone else???? I only wonder if it can even be (I am truly blinded in love)
Why do I need you? Why I’m I here struggling so hard to define a word that needs no definition.
We cheat when we pour our hearts to strangers we barely know, we cheat when we linger on in a hug, we cheat when we reminisce previous lives with our ex. We cheat when we fantasize of the crazy, sex and weird neighbour we always talk about. Yet we limit fidelity to crimes we commit with our bodies, the touching of our lips and caressing of arms.
Is love really exclusive because as far as I know for a while it is but love constantly evolves that’s why I am glad that as of today I am still in the truly, madly, deeply phase.
I stare at FB pictures and I see the couples looking picture perfect. The fathers look extremely excited by carrying their newborns, the wives look proud and loving at their accomplishment. I wonder if I would ever look like them (the perfect couples)
I have taken sappy photos with the Lover at some point (those pictures with your faces pressed against each other and I looked a million miles away from reality, I looked happy)
The lover and I have reached those unwritten finished lines, fundamental differences, the honeymoon phase is long gone, the reality phase, memories away .All I see now are the differences and why we can’t be together forever. Today, The Facebook pictures remind me how conflicting my choices are from my needs and wants.
Why haven’t I ever picked the easy guy? The one with whom I foresee no possible drama? (The sure thing in relationships, we all know this)
Do I love in small doses? Thrive on complexity and enjoy singleness and pretend to want forever. Or have I been dealt poor cards in this game of love?
I don’t know and please don’t tell me because I want to wake up everyday with endless possibilities and answering this question will ruin the surprise.
The lover and I have been reunited after several strained Internet conversations,phone calls , texts, a 7hours flight and a 2hour train ride.
I haven’t seen sunlight in days, I think I maybe going dark. The endless texting is no longer required. I lie next to him in bed and I feel inspired. I am alive!!!!!
The passers by look so sad as I watch them through the window. Who has what I have?
I have missed his scent on the sheets, his muffled grunts in his sleep. My lover 🙂 I never get tired of the sound of that.
After 105hours of unbridled passion reality has caught up with me. Now I want to step out of bed and paint like Picasso, or sing like Whitney .In this moment I am torn between happiness and the fear of loosing myself.
I want to escape my womanhood; the clutches of my biological clock and love this man but I hear voices of my babies unborn and I am torn. I want to embrace the strength that makes me want his love to move mountains.
I want to be woman and wolf!! Free & not alone, married & not shackled. I want to be an achiever yet a giver, truly a lover and mother.
How do I find balance? How do I find me?
Like dark chocolate , the bitter sweet phase of the relationship is here. I used to get tired by how often you called. You would facetime , Skype , text, bb and whatsapp me about the tiniest details in your day. The days have started to go by when we hardly chat at each other. How do i know its just a phase ? a rough patch couples go through when life gets in the way ?
Im i supposed to keep trying so you notice i am still here or should i cut my losses and disappear. I call you and i dont hear the excitement in your voice and i know we are miles apart but what kind of relationship cant stand a little rough patch?
I keep telling everyone i meet about you and show them pictures of our life .. Today it seems like a lot of lifetimes ago. Babe, I need you to need me. I need us to try if this is worth fighting for.
Till date i have never loved any as hard as i love you . Yet, it seems that somewhere in your mind you are giving up on us. I am torn between my heart and my head. swoon in and ease my fears. Be the predator i love.
Crush these doubts to bits and be my knight with shining armour( this sounds ridiculous) . I miss us and as days pass i fear there are darker days ahead.
Come back home to me baby. Come home, Mummy needs you , I need you..