You’re sorting a couple of old stuff in your room when wewe recognized a piece of clothing that belonged to someone wewe have been forcing out of your mind for so long. wewe stared at it for a moment and suddenly got that all too familiar feeling, wondering if it will ever come to a stop. Will wewe ever get tired of it?

You miss him… again. wewe can’t help but feel dismayed at the situation, at yourself. wewe felt as if wewe are in this never-ending cycle, unable to step out of it at all.

But let me tell wewe this… do not acknowledge the disappointment. wewe don’t have to. You’re allowed to...

Grab my hand and let’s run. Let’s go. Let’s laugh. Let’s believe. Let’s leave all our worries behind and step mbele together. This life is too short. I don’t want to miss out on the maybe, on the possibility, on the chance of happiness with you. I don’t want to lie to my moyo and pretend wewe don’t matter.

I don’t want to waste another dakika not being yours.

Why is it that we lose so much time wondering, fearing, contemplating whether we should walk towards au away from one another? Who knows whether we will fail au make something beautiful? Who knows if we’re each other’s...

Two years zamani from this date, August 1st, I met you. That is exactly 730 days au 17520 hours; long enough to laugh with wewe a thousand times and cry a million tears. Do wewe realize what can happen in two years?

In two years, wewe can experience the thrill of meeting somebody utterly perfect, au so wewe think. In two years, wewe can encounter an attraction like nothing wewe have experienced before. wewe find that every time their name pops up on your phone, your stomach does a little flip.

In two years, wewe can wake up every morning thinking about the same person and fall asleep every night doing the...