Future. June, 8th.
I saw something on TikTok which stuck to me, made me shed a few tear. I can't remember what it was, but I do know what it was about.
One thing about your absence is you have and will miss all the big moments - when I got my first officiak writing job, when I got the projcet topic I liked, when I got a laptop, when I found a book I so much adore.
You are no longer here for all the big moment, and I just can't imagine graduating without you, getting posted for NYSC without you, going for my Masters, getting a good job, travelling, without you.
It is not fare, I do not want to face these things without you, do not want to walk the ends of the earth without you. You were my center. I can not imagine being finally and truly in love, and you are not there. Getting married and you are not there. Having my first child, and you are not there.
I don't want to imagine that, I just can not. I, you, we were epic, iconic, and now, I can not imagine myself at thirty years old, sipping wine, re-reading The Invisible Life of Addie Larue without you at my side watching a Korean serial.
I lied, I can imagine it, but I don't want to, don't want to, please don't make me, I don't want to live the rest of my life with the sinking realization that I lost the best part of myself that is you, live with a sinking emptiness, a void that only you is supposed to fill.
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Something Mending -- VOL 1
PoetryOf Breaking hearts, young love, betrayal and pain. Of Mending hearts, familiar pain, unexpected hurt and aftermath. Of Healing hearts, underated heartache, pain and acceptance. Of Love, Love that is as deep sea. Pain, that knows no bounds. Strength...
