It’s been a month now since I last tasted you. Our unbreakable relationship was breakeable, after all, I didn’t see that coming . I thought you were my forever. The one that gets to stay till am old and senile and stay some more till my last breath. The one I get to taste every bitter cold morning and sweet sunny morning alike. You were supposed to be the kind of love I get to write cheesy blog post and post pictures on instagram with cheesy captions like “I love you to the moon and back” or “I love you to infinity and beyond , you are mine “. That kind of thing. My person. Well, this is the twenty first century, and we show affection through social media, our version of PDA. That is also how we officiate relationships,by god, you are all over my timelines. The twenty first century is full of lazy pricks, seriously, we are lazy. Love translates to silly captions on selfies and status. I think I like our version of love, superficial , no depth, zero effort. Look at me writing you off with a single blog post even though our relationship had depth and seemed solid enough while it lasted. I thought we were inseparable all these years,but then again, shit happens, all the time.
I will give the internet a little history about us and how we became an item. We met long time ago but in the year 2012 we became an item, official even. If memory serves me right, 2012 was the year I had a crazy transition. I was fresh out of highschool, applying for college and all. Getting into college, my then boyfriend cheating on me, hormones were all over the place,basically,being me was unbearable . The world was supposedly coming to an end, we all can agree that 2012 had a few weird shit going on, some call it the year of jubilee, and not in the Kenyan version of poltics but more in the line of spiritual BS. In all that madness, our long term relationship began. I mean,i knew you were awesome she’s you also, got me through that terrible year and many more that came.
Since the day we became lovers, my life has never been the same. You did kickstar my day with a good jolt, when my sleepy lips met yours, I knew in a few minutes I will obviously be ready to face the world. I was strong as long as I had you. On the nights I needed to stay up and study, you were there,you kept me company. When my depression kicked in, every taste of you on my lips reminded me to be strong. You cheered me on. Held my hand . On the days I was too tired to do shit, I did reach out for you, you always showed up, we would sleep in and watch bad TV or read a book or basically do nothing. You also kept me well fed, or as fed as your limited capacity could manage. If I needed to deal with humanity, you gave me all the patience I needed. If I wanted to see my friends, you were always ready to give a helping hand. Then when our relationship was going strong, I discovered that you did mix better with whiskey and friends.
Basically, you were my lover, my friend, my sponsor, my best friend, my social adviser, my social manager, my therapist and the reason I had a social life. You made my life awesome. You made me a people’s person. You made me feel human, most days. Of all my past lovers, I bet you be missed the most.
Our relationship was bitter sweet, then we evolved to bitter awesome. I never liked you with milk, even when you obviously tasted better, straight up black and strong . Our love was addictive, at least for me,you were fucking addictive. The type of love poets write sonnets about- perfectly imperfect covers it. I did cheat on you you severally with unworthy beings like;milk, water, chocolate, tea, juice…….. I also did cheat on you with beings, I wouldn’t say they were in your league but on their own level they wereworthy, this included; whiskey(sloppy lover ),wine(such a good lover ), vodka (good for a night ) tequila (good for the nights you don’t want to remember ), and beer( they say that one is an acquired taste, I agree with them,sadly) . my dear coffee, you were always there, no matter my other indulgence,you were my person, my one true lover. You were there for me,always. Cleaning up after the likes of alcohol most times. We weren’t perfect together I know. Like you ruined my skin, dehydrated my body, addictive and all. None of us was perfect for the other, but love, love wins, always.
Then last month something broke. I had food poisoning and just like that we were over. It must have been the fact that I had you that morning like every other morning and my mind can’t stop associating you with that horrible experience or it could be the fact that you didn’t mix well with my prescription drugs. Either way, I can’t seem to be able to have you. I now ppget a gag reflex every time I try so I stopped. I guess this is goodbye. Till we meet again in future, maybe it will be in Paris, and the city of love and lights will get us back together.