She made her position clear to him. With strict confidence and shallowed emotion. He came first and was turned down. Second and was spat upon, third and was spanked to eat the wholly dust of summer, yet he never gave up. He claimed Pastor on monday. Cooked on tuesday. King on wednesday. Robber on thursday. Clubbist on friday. Gentleman on saturday and redeems himself on sunday.
Countless times, you said no, yet your academics depended on him. You know how fragile you are, but his dartful eyes still gets you falling. Twilight ain't twilight, dawn ain't dawn. You long for him but treat him like a leper. Obviously he won't forget, but respects your decision. You thought you had it all, but you got not a quarter. He pleads, he professes, his falling as Encyclopedea Britannica. His confession is sweet to your heart, yet bitter to your ear. His compelled to wait under the scourging sun, while the rain sees his plight and becomes a comforting wife. You reprimand him with excited screams, yet go to bed with another exquisite gentleman. He knows your flaws, but kicked against it, and still wanted you just the way you are. You debunk rumours of his unexpected arrival, and make life tough for him as salt against a wound.
Accept me as i am, he begs in tears, yet in despair, you hauled at him. Lives twelve blocks away as a messenger on the loose and passes your abode to his on a ricketed bicycle. One minute it rained, and he seeked your help. Moments of ecstacy seeps your mind. Away! Away! Oh messenger, disturb not our reflexes and head off into the cold with your melon bosom. But all too soon, his guardian angel cried, and wondered why the whole blunt drama. He scurried off into the dark night, so unexpected you whinned your window. With a feeling of sadness yet limping emotion, you watched with glee at his distressed state. Darling, lets brew the night, as the cold wind took free fare, you shut the shutter.
It had been three weeks since it happened, a seed had germinated. Your exquisite gentleman no where to be found. You beeped and called, yet told no one, and without good shame, the postman called. You answered the door without clear doubts. He greeted you with a smile, and dusted his shirt. He laid a brown envelop in your palms and took a brisk walk. Back inside, you read the content in tears.
"Hello love! My beautiful pearl,
Thanks for everything i dare not say
See you soon, God knows when
But if it happens i don't return,
Trust me that all i have to say is ........
I NEVER LOVED YOU."
Initial trace of shame has accompanied remorse. Who's who in this Atlas world? You squeezed the paper as if it's an enemy, and throw your frail hands into the sky. Had i known, is always last. A second time the door bell rings and here stood the messenger you once despised. With clear intention he reads your mind, and feels no pity over your pathetic condition. What goes around always comes around. Am not a messenger you know but a renowned business man he says, off he zoomed with his entourage. Mouth agape, miracle answered, tragedy embraced as cold as steel. How stupid was i, you ask yourself. Where is my father? Your son will surely ask.
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