Old Friends

All throughout our lives, we meet people. Lots of them.

Equals.

Opposites.

Strange.

Unique.

Different.

And we befriend some of them while struggling to get through our existences.

 

Some of them stick around forever.
Most ghost out.
This one’s for them.


 
We might’ve been great friends once.

Inseparable.

Close.

Tight.

But somewhere down the road, we got cut off. We stopped hanging out, stopped talking, stopped enquiring.
We changed paths, went our own separate ways. Probably fell apart. It happens.

But know this.

 

I might’ve tried really hard to get back in touch with you. Maybe you did too.

Maybe you never responded. Maybe I didn’t.

 

But when I think of us, I think happy memories.

I might’ve been angry with you over something. I might’ve been hurt. You probably would’ve been too.

But growing older (and a little wiser), I would rather associate my memories with you as fond, rather than regretful.

After all, we did spend a couple of good years together- laughing till our stomachs hurt, dancing the night away, sharing secrets, sitting together in comfortable silences, wiping each other’s tears, hugging the pain away.

 

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For the times I couldn’t be there for you.

For the times I failed you as a friend.

For the times I said hurtful things.

For the times I acted irresponsibly.

For all the times you felt alone.

 

I’m sorry.

 
We might’ve grown apart over the years, might’ve forgotten each other’s numbers, but today I promise you this, if you ever need me, you know where to find me and I’ll be there for you.

 

And I wish you nothing but the best in your life.

 

Take care.

I love you.

With every inch of her quivering fibre,

She fought back her tears.

Sorrow consumed her from the inside,

Her soul clenched with fears.

 

But through the night and day,

By rain, wind or shine,

The upward curve across her face

Made others’ days divine.

BS

Men.

What about them?

They can be great.

They can be generous af.

They can make your world a much better place than the sobby shit you call your life.

 

But what is it about them that drives us insane, and not in a good way?

 

Men will demand your unwavering loyalty and faithfulness. (Why shouldn’t one?) BUT they will do sh*t to deserve it.

 

I mean, yeah, in the beginning it’s all lovey dovey and great. But as the years roll by and comfort sets in, they forget those little tokens of affection and appreciation which pulled you to them in the first place. I’m not talking grand af gestures, but the small act of just being there for her, GODDAMNIT.

 

They’ll pull this awesome af stunt where they’ll disappear on you for hours/days/weeks on end while you go through pulling your weight and facing everyday issues and GOD FORBID you call them and ask for much needed attention. They’ll shoot you down and ask you to “fucking understand”. They won’t appreciate your patience or acknowledge you and once you’re chill enough to deal with your crap, they’ll magically show up like a flippin genie and expect that everything go back to exactly what it was.

 

NEWSFLASH for you hoe, EXACTLY isn’t happening. Because the time when you were supposed to be listening to her fears, her concerns, you were too busy to even notice. And then came a new bitch in town to have her back- HER OWN FLIPPIN SELF!

 

Although, it doesn’t mean that she loves you any less. She’s just learnt to deal with the sh*t life throws her way, a little…differently.

 

 

Some men have the capability of being amazing husbands and great fathers, but the only reason a woman will walk out on him is when she has had enough of being taken for granted.

 

Bitches, take note.

 

*drops mic*

Little Girl

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The muscles in my back contracted.

My breath went shallow.

My chest felt numb.

And my heart turned hollow.

All the words I heard,

Were cold as ice.

I didn’t trust my ears.

Was I paying the price?

Of being patient and staying loyal.

I suffered and stayed silent.

Day and night, like clockwork

The routine felt violent.

Despite all of it,

I was called a fool

My feelings were discarded

Like a pathetic little tool.

I didn’t feel sad, I couldn’t.

I wasn’t angry, just lost.

For two whole years,

Was this the cost?

No importance, no appreciation.

Absolutely nothing to smile.

Lost a whole year for love,

Was I being juvenile?

So close, and yet so far.

The distance only increased.

We were further apart.

The emotions almost deceased.

The finish line was in sight,

But the comfort was nowhere near.

Time to end the race?

I wondered, oh dear.

Denial

That one particularly frosty winter night,

While she was sitting in the cold, phone pressed to her ear,

The words that came over the other line,

Were supremely bitter, even for her.

Sure. She had heard literally worse before.

But nothing like this.

Only because she chose to speak her mind.

Only because she didn’t want to be away any longer.

Biting her tongue, and swallowing hard,

She kept quite, not wanting to sound hurt.

Or weak.

It’s a different thing, entirely.

You don’t expect to feel this way, you know?

Makes your insides churn- the hurt.

The psychological wounds morph into physical.

They hurt her heart. Her mind, more so.

In under sixty seconds, the distance, only geographical before,

Progressed to an emotional one.

What was only a matter of time,

Became a question mark for the future.

Published!

Hey you guys! I’ve got some news! πŸ˜€

So basically, my elder sister had persuaded me to check out this page on Facebook called “The Anonymous Writer“. Of course I did, and as it turns out, it was a page dedicated to writers- both their own and guest.

Intrigued by the feed, I decided to send in a fictional story of my own, which, to my surprise, HAS BEEN PUBLISHED! Al7mdulillah! πŸ˜€

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And of course a HUGE shoutout to my sister, who believed in me, and the editor at TAW for accepting my article! Yay!

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Thankyou so much for finding the time! I love you all! xxxxx

(lol i sound like an award winner or sth. Probably cuz of the Golden Globe hangover.)

Him.

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Giggles echoed through the halls

She shook her head coyly

Her cheeks a beautiful shade of carmine

Her fingers tangled in his.

 

She looked at him with a grin

He had a look in his eyes

Which he had only for her

The brown irides gazing into hers.

 

The soul gazing look

The look that made her heart beat faster

And her breath shallower

The look that she loved.

 

He placed his hands behind her neck

Cupping her face

He planted a kiss on her forehead

The symbol of affection she preferred.

 

Contemplation gripped her mind

Years of trauma had her scared and scarred

Yet the man before her

Melted her worries like snow before spring.

 

Passing outsiders, alien of each other’s existences

Enamoured by their souls

Captivated by their companies

Before the passing of the night they met.

 

She sighed in relief

For the soul in front of her

Was everything she was searching for

All by mere coincidence.

 

They held each other in embrace

And as she rested her head on his shoulder

She thought to herself

Was there anything as beautiful as the man she called hers?