Sorry I had a lot of stuff going on (damn physics and exams) but anyways here is the chap… And Hilly this is REVENGE!!! Bwahahahaha XDDD
I hear some cries as I’m at the door. I want to hold wewe but how can I do that when you’re so disappointed of me. I don’t understand why I hurt wewe so much. But I wish I haven’t. I do wish all wewe alisema was true but the reality is another one, au maybe not. What the hell happened this last month? Anyways wewe aren’t opening so I go down the stairs and stop. I really need to go in there.
“Lisa” I scream, the sobs stop. I hear muffled step and I wait around 5 dakika before wewe open the door. What have I done? wewe look terrible. My impulse of embracing wewe beats my mind and so I hug you.
“It’s ok. I’m here.”I close my eyes and rest my chin in the juu of your head. We stay that way for a few moments but wewe push me away a little.
“No it’s not ok. I…I hate you. Get…get away from me. And from my life.” What exactly is she talking about? She’s sobbing while she says it and it’s ironic that she’s still in my arms.
“You don’t want that.” She buries her head zaidi into my chest.
“I don’t want to be with a man who lies to me. I don’t want to get hurt. upendo is not for suffering.”
“I don´t know why wewe are saying this, I don’t understand.” wewe break the hug and stare at me, wewe look mad and disappointed really disappointed.
“I don’t understand wewe either. wewe should go.” I nod, this is puzzling me. I don’t remember what has happened in the last two weeks and the doctor says it’s normal, that with some therapy it will be done but I can’t remember now and if it was something as-
Wow! She just slammed the door in my face. I walk down the steps and get on my bike. I turn to see your house for last time in the inayofuata 2 months and I see the curtains move. You’re watching me. I nod as a goodbye sign and the curtain closes. Then I leave to what is supposed to be my nyumbani but it just doesn’t feel like it, not anymore. Jo must be awaiting with all the luggage ready and she will hurry me up and then I’ll be in London. Thinking of you, thinking of what happened.
I receive a text.
I do want that.
I throw my mobile in the street.
I sigh and head off to the life I have but that I don’t really want.
I hear some cries as I’m at the door. I want to hold wewe but how can I do that when you’re so disappointed of me. I don’t understand why I hurt wewe so much. But I wish I haven’t. I do wish all wewe alisema was true but the reality is another one, au maybe not. What the hell happened this last month? Anyways wewe aren’t opening so I go down the stairs and stop. I really need to go in there.
“Lisa” I scream, the sobs stop. I hear muffled step and I wait around 5 dakika before wewe open the door. What have I done? wewe look terrible. My impulse of embracing wewe beats my mind and so I hug you.
“It’s ok. I’m here.”I close my eyes and rest my chin in the juu of your head. We stay that way for a few moments but wewe push me away a little.
“No it’s not ok. I…I hate you. Get…get away from me. And from my life.” What exactly is she talking about? She’s sobbing while she says it and it’s ironic that she’s still in my arms.
“You don’t want that.” She buries her head zaidi into my chest.
“I don’t want to be with a man who lies to me. I don’t want to get hurt. upendo is not for suffering.”
“I don´t know why wewe are saying this, I don’t understand.” wewe break the hug and stare at me, wewe look mad and disappointed really disappointed.
“I don’t understand wewe either. wewe should go.” I nod, this is puzzling me. I don’t remember what has happened in the last two weeks and the doctor says it’s normal, that with some therapy it will be done but I can’t remember now and if it was something as-
Wow! She just slammed the door in my face. I walk down the steps and get on my bike. I turn to see your house for last time in the inayofuata 2 months and I see the curtains move. You’re watching me. I nod as a goodbye sign and the curtain closes. Then I leave to what is supposed to be my nyumbani but it just doesn’t feel like it, not anymore. Jo must be awaiting with all the luggage ready and she will hurry me up and then I’ll be in London. Thinking of you, thinking of what happened.
I receive a text.
I do want that.
I throw my mobile in the street.
I sigh and head off to the life I have but that I don’t really want.
