“You’re the kinda reckless that should send me running but I kinda know that I won’t get far.”
I met K for a smoke a couple of days back. I didn’t need to smoke. I just needed to be engulfed in the second hand fumes of his Winston red. I miss him. And I miss his smell.
I had the worst day but being with K for even just a mere hour was so comforting. He knows me enough. How to cheer me up. What to say to get my mind off things.
It’s crazy how we always ended turning to each other with our problems. I honestly don’t know who else to turn (apart from Hunnybear) to talk about my life. It’s always K. And it’s always so much more easier with K.
But at the back of my head, I know that K is a problem to me too.
“No moment will be more true. Than the moment I look at you.”
My best friend gave birth today. A happy and healthy baby boy. Alhamdulillah. I want to visit her soon and shower my love for that boy. I can’t help it. I have a soft spot for baby boys. I know when I look into a baby’s eyes, I see the Universe.
All my life, I knew I wanted to be a mother so badly. I even started naming my future children even when I was still a teenager. Mohammed Asyiq. Serafina Banu. Farhaan Khan. Anastashia Banu. Shaista Banu (currently the name of my niece but I thought about it once before). Mohammed Azfar. Hayder Khan. I just had so many names. Mostly, I could think of boy names because I wanted a baby boy so badly.
When I was diagnosed with Polycystic Ovary Syndrome (PCO), I was heartbroken. Being a mother was my purpose in life but my condition actually lessened my chances. I was so worried that I could never get pregnant or I could never have a safe pregnancy.
I had a scare a couple of years ago. My then partner and I used protection. We always did but that night, he got worried and told me to see the doctor the next day for an Emergency Contraceptive Pill. In my head, I was thinking if I got pregnant, even by accident and unplanned, I could never get rid of my baby. He kept telling me we were both not ready to be parents. Little did he know, I was so ready. I wanted to be a mother so badly. Of course, the ECP worked and I was not pregnant. I’m not even sure if we needed that ECP in the first place.
When the time comes and I finally find someone who loves me enough to want to build a family with me, and I finally get to hold my own baby boy in my arms, I know my life would be complete. The Universe would be one with me and my baby and I would have found my purpose again.
“Nothing ever gets me high like this. I pick my poison and it’s you. Nothing could kill me like you do. You’re going straight to my head. And I’m headed straight for the edge.”
I haven’t seen you or talked to you in a while. I feel like I’m having a relapse right now and all I can think about is you. All I want right now is you. Fuck. I really miss you. But it seems that you always pop back into my life whenever I’m comfortable with someone.
I still remember how sick it felt when you were my someone else when I was with someone. Just like how I was your someone else when you were with someone. Let’s not forget, you’re still with that same someone but I left mine. Sometimes, I wished I never encouraged you to fight for her. But it sickens me that I almost became that kind of person that I always hated. A liar. A cheat. A thief. I put an end to us and put other people’s feelings before mine. That’s why I backed off. You were like a drug to me. The poison I turned to to escape from life. The one I loved and lost, and loved and lost again and again and again. I keep relapsing. I can never shake you off.
And the fucked up thing is. I’m sure you feel the same way I do to. That’s why you keep coming back. And I keep letting you in.
Not this time. Please. Not this time again.
This year, I’ve been given all sorts of responsibilities at work. Yet again, my plate is piled on high.
It’s only February and I’m already drowning in work. It’s days like these that make me question my career choice. Maybe I should go 3/4 load next year? Just to avoid all these unnecessary responsibilities. I don’t want to plan events or be in-charge of whatever programmes. I just want to teach.
They say teachers wear many hats. Like Bartholomew Cubbins. But each hat is heavy. Some heavier than the others. Some attracts more attention than others. I don’t want to wear hats. I just want to teach.
So sink or swim? Right now, I’m drowning. Someone, please throw me a float.
“It’s like we never really ever closed that door. It’s nothing we did. And now our hearts want more.”
I’m not to sure how we ended up like this. All I know is this feels right.
Everything about this feels right. It all started with that night. Laughing at crazy jokes and antics. Reminiscing the past. Holding hands. That surprise kiss.
Even before that, we would chat on FB messenger. Not as regularly but enough to make me want to miss you. Enough to make so excited to see you again.
Now, I almost can’t go a day without messaging you on WA. Checking in on you when you wake up. Talking about each others’ day. Laughing at silly things. Random hug emojis. And kissy face ones too. Rare but sincere “I miss you”s. Endless flirtings. And the highlight to end every night, your voice even just for a mere few seconds. The last voice I hear before I go to sleep.
Yeah. We have history. That’s what makes “us” so easily. Sure. We’re not rushing into anything given our complicated circumstances. But if God put you in front of me and he tells me you’re meant to be mine again. I will never let you go. You don’t always get second chances in love.
“Never look back on a love affair. I never spend minutes on history. It made me sad.”
I needed to start anew. 2017 will be different in so many ways. Things will change. Things will get better.
Last year, I neglected everything I truly loved so dearly. I left the Raging Rhinos. I ended a relationship that meant the world to me. I started something new but remained uncommitted to it. I destroyed myself.
This year, I’m giving myself a new heart, new mind, new soul.