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Realist & Dreamer

Realist&Dreamer

She was the one, he knew it in his heart…

Even as he called; his family, her family, and their close friends to tell them the good news, his mind had already been set on her.

What more could a man possibly ask for in a woman?

She was the whole package. She had a brain that made him question his sanity and an imagination like that of a child. It was limitless.

“A rare beauty” … were the only words to describe her physic. Yes, curved in all the right places. “Not too much, not too little”, just enough for him as he often stated.

Her complexion was dark-pale, her face stern with a smile resembling that of a fallen angel. Sweet and captivating.

She had an air of determination about her which did well to extol her persona of; “Yes, this is what I want, and this is what must be done to achieve it.”

She was the only woman for him. She had to be, because no one else has ever lite up his Tusker the way she did. But why does that matter? She loved him and he loved her; right? That’s enough…, Love conquers all, right?

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She loved him; there was no doubt about that. She loved the way he made her feel, like the ocean was too small in comparison to his love for her.

But she had her fears as well. He had been married, not only twice but three times.

His first wife had long joined her ancestors; his second wife is still brooding over what he and she had had; and the third gave him the most bewitching son… Like from a horror movie cold and harmless…or was he?

“My baby comes first.” He had made sure she knew and inferred from the beginning. “He is the only thing that keeps me from going insane…, Other than you.” He had added.

So where she fitted in that equation, is what left her beyond words and only feelings were expressed.

He had told her he loved her on several occasions, his actions spread the same gospel but… Her heart had never fully accepted him.

She still believed his dream of he and she till the end. However, she feared it would all crush upon her… sooner or later, like all good dreams. So she never dared to open her eyes, even in the the darkness, in fear of waking up…

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©Nachbhina Namahonje

LOVE; Too Blinding

“Did you really mean all you said or was I only on your way? A young victim who has encountered their first predator. But how can you blame me, you were the perfect definition of a wolf in sheep’s skin; coated with the finest of wool or…, was I just too ingenuous?”

Open your eyes!

Look at what you have done!

You have become blind! Even in the darkness…

The light was too bright for you and the darkness;

Probably too vivid and so you did what you thought best and pulled me into the darkness with you. Though unlike your perishing candle…, Mine was bright with a billion sparks scattered like a cloudless night sky; a full moon, bright and full of life.

Slowly, like yours…, My fire started to dim, because you were feeding off my light, I guess it was because your light was gone and the darkness was catching up to you.

You were running out of options and there I was; a fresh gazelle; and you… a young lion who had just left his mother’s nest. We were both ready to explore the world.

Did you really mean all you said or was I only on your way?

A young victim who has encountered their first predator. But how can you blame me, you were the perfect definition of a wolf in sheep’s skin; coated with the finest of wool or…, was I just too ingenuous?

Still, there I was, fresh and naive, believing the world would serve me. That it would listen to my every command. I was naive, I admit, but there was only so much I could offer.

Sooner or later, I knew it would not be enough. But I held on, deterred by lust …, blinded by love…, or so I thought.

Until you showed me your true self, selfish. But that was not where my dislike for you originated. It was when you looked into my eyes and lied for the first time, “I love you” with a straight face, but cold eyes. And green little me threw myself into your masculine arm. Believing every word but afraid it was all a lie.

I still held on though, trusting in your strength but draining myself any hope of freedom as I tangled myself with your net. And like a great fisherman, you pulled me out; special, rare, separated from the common; and ready for harvest. But under cautious observation because rare species…, as you had come to discover, are unpredictable.

To Be CoNtInUeD…,

Nachbhina Namahonje