On their 10th wedding anniversary , he asked , "Did you love someone else?" She looked away-then whispered
" Only once, he died and I married you to forget him.
-im not a writer
Marked by love that burned too brightly.
On a chilly day, a tall guy and a shy, naive girl crossed paths. Their brief encounter sparked a heartfelt connection, filled with quiet understanding and unspoken warmth. Though fleeting, the moment left an indelible mark....
November's farewell
Leaves fell off that day
So you did-gone to soon little guy
The wind whispers your name
But the sky holds you now
Till we meet
-im not a writer
At his funeral in Jinja-Kamuli Rd, they praised him for his kindness , smile and "always being there"
But nobody mentioned the pain in his smile, the irregular crisis. No one knew he cried himself to sleep on cold days. No one knew he needed saving .
And now they post
Curious, he asked her why?
She replied, " I loved you first- and in my heart , the first place will always be yours.
He died the following year. She still post him on the 27th monthly.
He asked softly, "will you remember me when I'm gone some day -gone for good? I'm on borrowed time -you know.
She replied, "I will always remember you as the best guy ever I've met. The one who made me smile always -i hate and love you at the same time, she added
Sorry we started lying about everything -you deserve more than survival little guy! I broke all the promises we made on my little bed my guy. All I do is overthinking -turned myself into a mess. Forgive me for becaming the worst taste of the dreams we had
Letter to my younger self
Dear little guy (me),
It never turned out great as we planned, no big house, no job, no soulmate,no healed heart -no happy ever after . I apologize once again, I let the world harden us. I'm pretty sorry we stopped writing . Sorry we started lying about
She waited for him near the gate for hours..
He never showed up.
When she finally stood up to leave, the security guard handed her a note.
"He came here almost every day, just today, he gave up" -dry souls.
-i'm not a writer