Pink Sweet
Friday
Weird Dude
We met on a Friday night. He came across as the stranger who ate my pizza without asking. Who does that? I found that weird. Well....He was wasted, I learned later. Not my type of boy and so I didn't look any further.
Wouldn't have believed it, if I was told he would become my pizza eating mate days on....
Friday nights turned out to be awesome spent with my favourite person. Friday nights were for hanging out.
Ice cream, pizza, beach time..... whatever......even if we just talked.
Perfect time to cuddle.
Kiss your favourite person
Talk about nothing .....Friday!
Friday nights, for Pink Sweet.
Saturday
Pink Sweet Sixteen
I could see clearly the dude who ate my pizza without asking... all because he was wasted. Tall, nice eyes, pink lips, super hairy, ....no! More importantly beautiful soul I discovered later.
He wanted to know my favourite type of pizza so he would get it for me next time. I would have doubted it was a promise to eat pizza with me always. Words that must have made no meaning to me as of that time. A promise of friendship it turned out to be.....
I even mentioned he was sixteen on our first Saturday night out in the midst of his friends. It became a thing to laugh about...he became the laughing stock. The girl had obviously called him a baby yet he remained calm.
I never got in touch after that second meeting. He did though.
Sunday
Bittersweet and torturous
Sundays were days that Pink Sweet never came around. Rather we kept in touch all day via texts or phone.
Sunday was when I decided after all those months, I would go visit my Pink Sweet for the first time. He had stopped coming to see me after threatening he wouldn't come to see me anymore if I never went to visit. He had been doing all the chasing, well.....
I didn't bother going that extra mile because I had my own demons budging me. I also didn't see where this was leading. Trust me I had analysed this friendship before everything and just thought we wouldn't go far. Reasons: we were at different stages at different times of our lives. I just didn't think we would last beyond that time. All the odds seemed to be against us including age as well as friends. I just knew I couldn't wait for him to get it together. He would prove me wrong later.
That Sunday, I wished it hadn't taken so long to taste my pink sweet. Prior to that time, I never felt pressured to do anything. He was so understanding whilst I still struggled to determine where I wanted this to lead to.
Sunday was the day I let myself go.
I didn't care where this led or ended.
I lived in the moment and for the moment.
My only duty was to enjoy it whilst it lasted.
It was all I could do.
Never knew it would be a day for confirmation and affirmation.
I took what he gave me: bittersweet, yummy.
I gave him what I could though selfishly.
My addiction assumed another dimension.
If I was addicted to his persona only, then I was kidding because with this addiction came an addiction to all of him.
Sunday was a time I would remember....
As bittersweet and torturous.
All the tears I would cry later was because of Sunday.....
Pink Sweet💖
To be continued!
Photo Credit: Lilly
Waiting for the update. I could not comprehend the entire msg. Will give you comment when all is set. Pink sweet.
ReplyDeleteCourage, I know right.
DeleteGuess you'll understand it better
When you read the concluding part.