The misadventure of knowing you.

It's been so long since I posted here don't even know where to begin.

I mentioned on Twitter that I would write heartbreak content because I've been consuming so much heartbreak content. So here we go.

As always, It starts with a pretty meeting.

We met at a Food joint, you were getting Eba and bitter leaf soup, and I came in to get Amala and abula. We were both waiting for food that was taking too long. You pass a comment asking what people see in Amala.

“Don’t knock it till you try it,” I reply.

“Wait, you love that shit? That’s just weird.”

“What’s weird about it? People eat snakes, and I don’t judge.”

“True but,”

“Don’t criticize people’s food choices. End of discussion.” You looked surprised. Later you will tell me it was because I didn’t even bother to look at your face as I shut you up. I didn’t realize it then. My food finally arrived, I paid, and I left.

I saw you later that evening. I was meeting with a friend. My friend took time; you and your friend kept me company. I don’t remember most of what we spoke about, but thinking about it feels perfect. It was such a classic beginning, and I loved it. You even think I'm funny. I know that, but I like it.

We exchanged numbers and started texting. Things get heated; you're spending time getting to know each other, and even the elements in the universe agree with you. You tell me something about you that nobody knows, and it feels so good. Before I knew it, we were going on dates, and when we could not hang out, we would watch movies and then talk about them when we would meet up. You always teased me about how I never finished any movie. I was just unbothered.

We started dating; it's so good. Being with you felt like home; I wanted to dwell in the cocoon of that bliss. We would spend hours at each other’s houses. Your shirts are still in the drawer where you left them… Even our friends loved to comment on how we should move in together. There we were, dancing on the balcony to no music. Even though it's long gone, I remember how hard we laughed.

You tell me about your past, thinking I'm your future. Let’s get married, you told me. We will have two kids and a dog, you said. Thinking about it now, I'm laughing. That was such a joke.

I think this is a masterpiece, but somehow, it's all torn up. Suddenly, the magic is no longer there; it begins with petty fights, then silent treatments and nothing is as it was. I thought I wanted the space that looked like silent treatments but no.

At this moment, everything is clear. I don't mean as much to you as I think.

Now I can only think of the good times because I remember them vividly. I tell myself it’s all in my head, but I’m such a clown.

And not long after, I stopped getting your good morning texts; you stopped calling me baby, and soon I knew it was over. But you prove it’s over when after nights of making me yours, you finally block my number and send back the things I left at yours.

It feels weird not talking to you anymore. It feels like I'm alone now, and whenever our friends ask me if I'm okay, I smile as I remember the good times. It would have been so easy to pretend it was all a dream if the memories were not so vivid.

Last last, e don cast.

I'm trying hard to be my old self again, but I'm stuck trying to find it. Time won't fly, and this time around, the universe won't let me move on.

But I guess Dating is an adventure. So, as you enjoy the adventure, take the good with the bad, and find happiness in everything because when it ends are the misadventures that come with knowing you.