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"i'm in class, can you text?" was me, texting her. "i wanna hear your voice, feel your arms", came her response, texting back. i looked out of the window, she stood there, by a taxi in the parking bay. i sat where i sat, and rewinded back to the last time i saw her - i left her standing there, pleading heavy till the wind took her eyes. i've been a fool for the most of this life. i feel the water rise in my eyes too, and i quickly sit up straight to still the strain. there's something about old pain that feels fresh everytime i reminisce. i blink once, and blink again. and by the time i blink a third, my mind is made up. i broke this girl's heart once, and i'm not repeating the act. many men never get a second chance, but i have one at my disposal in this hour - whatever i do from this day forth must define nobility and honour, i swear it on the 'w' in my name. "i'm on my way to you," i text. and from where i sit, i see her smile from the core and it shows up in her movements. so i get up, pick my things, and leave."
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Oct 16, 2023
Oct 16, 2023 at 5:46 PM UTC
love me again
"i'm in class, can you text?" was me, texting her. "i wanna hear your voice, feel your arms", came her response, texting back. i looked out of the window, she stood there, by a taxi in the parking bay. i sat where i sat, and rewinded back to the last time i saw her - i left her standing there, pleading heavy till the wind took her eyes. i've been a fool for the most of this life. i feel the water rise in my eyes too, and i quickly sit up straight to still the strain. there's something about old pain that feels fresh everytime i reminisce. i blink once, and blink again. and by the time i blink a third, my mind is made up. i broke this girl's heart once, and i'm not repeating the act. many men never get a second chance, but i have one at my disposal in this hour - whatever i do from this day forth must define nobility and honour, i swear it on the 'w' in my name. "i'm on my way to you," i text. and from where i sit, i see her smile from the core and it shows up in her movements. so i get up, pick my things, and leave."
i need to become a better lover.
#growth#nzarayebani
WordSmith_Wiz
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WordSmith_Wiz
20/M/Harare, Zimbabwe
Oct 16, 2023
Oct 16, 2023 at 5:46 PM UTC
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