Me. And then Some.

I was in love once.
Honestly, violently, dangerously in love.
It was everything they say love is, and more.
I don't regret it. On the contrary I am happy for it.
It was an experience.
I can only pray to find love like that again.

But as the saying goes,
An old lover can never be a friend.
I have no interest in being 'friends' with him.
Acquaintances sef, that na loooong thing.
I dont know how all of you people do it,
But I am not one to be friends with old lovers.
What exactly is the point?
What is the essence of the friendship biko?
I am having a seizure at the mere thought of it.
Yah, its that serious.

So imagine my shock when a good friend told me to call up
'said' lover and let him know how I felt about our relationship.
That it would be good for him to hear.
Biko what am I supposed to say?
"Oh hey, yah err...just wanted to let you know that even though I dont talk to you anymore, what we had was great"?
Really?
I dont know about that one o.
But I thought it was interesting.
What do you think?

Does an old lover need to know what you think about your relationship?

xxx Fabulo-la

P.S. Thanks for checking on me guys, Niceanon and Repressed One. Been studying for thr GREs. That exam wan scatter my brain I tell u!
Im reading your blogs, not commenting as much, but I am there. Just in case you were wondering :)

I roll over and reach over to your side of the bed.
Nothing.
For a split second I sit up in bed panicking....
But then I smell pancakes and I remember. Our only day off together, and you offered to make me breakfast in bed.
Even though you know I will loose it, because everyone knows food is not to be eaten in bed!
I fall back to bed with a smile on my lips, I must be the luckiest girl in the world.

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I wake up 20 minutes later after dozing off.
Where are you? But more importantly, where are my pancakes?
I get out of bed and head to the kitchen, but then I look down and realize..I'm naked. Smiling sheepishly I grab my silk robe. We wouldn't want your visiting brother to see me like this now would we?
With a hop in my step, I skip downstairs to the kitchen.
Babe! I yell. You are not in the kitchen. The TV in the living room is on, but you are not there watching the Lakers get beaten either. Are you washing your car again? I know how much you love that thing.
No. Not there either.
I walk around to the pool.
Maybe you went for a dip? Even though I know you can't swim.
No not there either. Confused I walk back inside. Where are you? Just then I catch a glimpse of the empty 'dodo' tray.
Ah, of course! You went to get more.
I should have known. That's one of the reasons I love you so much. You know just what to do to keep me happy. Even if its just remembering to buy more 'dodo'.

My heart bursting with pride and love, I climb back upstairs to lie down. I slip out of my robe and climb into bed. I will be right here when you get back.

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Kaboom! Thunder strikes. I wake up soaked. Sweat? No...tears. And I'm cold. You are still not here. I go to the bathroom to blow my nose. I turn on the lights...but wait...
I'm not in your house. I'm in my..cold apartment. Alone. And my eyes are swollen. And I'm wearing your T-shirt. And then it hit me.

I've been dreaming with a broken heart....


xxx
Aloisa
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...before I wake