It’s been a while.
I promise that I’ve been blogging in my mind, it’s just that ‘shit’ happens. The good news however is that I’m flushing down the shit through the toilet, Amen.
So, ‘yesterweeks’, my girl came to my rescue with this lovely post , and brought the crowd to the comment section.
Chizzy, abeg, make the traffic no end with that post o. Lol.
Anyway, I have a good read (if I may say so myself) today.
‘I think it’s better we are just friends’, Tutu turned to a hopeful Max.
He was hopeful for a second chance with her. Even if it were for old times’ sake. It shouldn’t be that difficult; after all, they’ve always been best friends, he thought.
‘But, why?’ he asked, disappointed.
‘I don’t know… I‘m just not up to all of this…’ she shrugged, causing Max to drift into confusing thoughts of why she could ever think that way.
It was their love after all, even though he wooed her into agreeing with him on it. He remembered her warning that being best friends was better for them than being lovers, but he wouldn’t agree. He loved the fact that they were connected in many ways, and were each other’s “safe house”. For instance, he could comfortably tell her about his crushes without being judged. In fact, she would laugh and tease him when he acted shy around them. He loved the fact that they could fight and make up almost immediately. He didn’t have to wonder what she didn’t like about him because she would state them as plainly as possible. She was his buddy. They could hang out for ever and he would never be bored. In fact, she hadn’t stopped being his buddy, but she had suddenly become too sensitive for comfort. She wouldn’t tease him anymore about his crushes. She would rather not know about them. She wouldn’t be plain about her thoughts no more; she would rather hide them until there was nothing else to say. He began to feel frustrated, because he didn’t know how to correct his “mistakes”. Is this what she warned him against?
But he still loved her, even though she had become this new person. She had forgotten herself in trying to become the right “lover”, and he didn’t like it. He wanted to be in love with his best friend, not with a stranger.
‘I can’t do this… stuff anymore, I’m sorry’ she cut into his meandering mind.
‘I’m sorry, what?’ he stuttered.
‘Never mind…’ she began to say, but he reached for her hands across the table that separated them from each other.
‘Just say it as it is’ he encouraged.
‘I think this love is a little too much for me…In fact, I’m tired of longing for you almost all of the time. It’s driving me nuts!’ she heaved.
‘That’s progress’ he nodded to himself, urging her to continue.
‘I’m torn between being your safe house and being the jealous lover… you get?’ she squirmed.
‘No’ he replied. He wasn’t going to stop this truth from flowing smoothly. She was going to come clean with her thoughts today.
‘For example, the other day, you were crushing for that fine girl. If she wasn’t finer than me, no qualms… Then you’d now be telling me, “that face is damn pretty” “that skin is flawless”… and you’d be expecting me to be happy like that…’
His laughter stopped her babbles.
Then she joined him until she felt relieved.
‘But seriously though, you no try o. Sha, be careful with your next lover, cos seriously, this fine girl here is done with you’ she winked.
He beamed with a hopeful smile. A hope that would birth a new beginning for their love. He would fight for their friendship, and encourage her to talk more; to express her bitterness until she could laugh about it.
‘So, just friends abi?’ he coughed.
She nodded in the affirmative as she sipped her drink.
So he phoned her sister and activated the loudspeaker.
‘Please, there’s this friend of mine that I’d like you to encourage to give me a second chance. She’s beautiful, smart, fair complexioned, sweet, fun to be with, brown eyes, beautiful kinks, entrepreneur, the most charming laughter…’
As he described her, she blushed until she burst into laughter.
‘I think he should tell you why the girl dumped him in the first place’ she interrupted.
‘I should stay out of this’ her sister laughed as she ended the phone call.
He turned towards her in readiness for a speech when she hushed him.
‘Don’t just use the word “girl friend”’ she eyed him.
‘Friends-in-love then?’ he grinned.
‘That’s ridiculous… get creative and get back to me’ she teased and rose to leave.
‘Wait na! Best-friend-lovers?’ he yelled after her, more hopeful than when it all began.