Listen to me!
I like you very much and I know you’re the perfect one for me.
I definitely know you like me too because if you didn’t, we wouldn’t have spent that special night together.
Don’t you remember? At Noni’s house party three weeks ago?
I always had the hearts for you. I thought that you were the most gorgeous guy I’ve ever seen, and I loved your self-confidence and sociable personality. You always paid attention to my best friend Thobi and flirted with her, much to my disappointment, because I wanted your affection and attention.
I wanted you to want me and not her.
I was happy when you started dancing with me at the party, especially when we danced the kizomba like we had always been passionately in love with each other. What a special moment! Then you did what I always hoped you would do…
You looked at me as if I was the only woman in the world before you pulled me close and kissed me passionately. The kiss felt like it lasted forever, and it evoked a tingly and hot sensation in my body that couldn’t resist the touch of your hands.
You led me inside the house to a vacant bathroom, and there we consummated our love. It was truly the best night of my life.
I knew then that waiting for you to realize that I was the one for you, and not Thobi, was the right choice.
However, after that night, you never called or texted. I found that weird because we had a real connection and we were meant to talk things through and solidify our relationship.
So, last Thursday night out of frustration, I took an Uber from Auckland Park to Braamfontein after seeing your tweet that you’d be hanging out at Great Dane. It was my opportunity to have a chat with you.
I saw you, and you acted like you didn’t know me, which was awkward because not only are we mutual acquaintances through Thobi, but we are lovers because of our night of passion at Noni’s house party three weeks ago.
I eventually got through to you, and you revealed that I was just a one-night stand and nothing more. Then you walked away from me, telling me that I should stop texting and calling you.
Well, here’s the thing: I don’t believe you because I think you’re afraid of love. You’re afraid that I’ll hurt you and screw you over, like all your previous girlfriends did, but I’m going to prove to you that I’m different.
You are going to love me.
So, it’s been a couple of weeks after I last saw him, but I know everything he’s doing because he posts a lot on social media. I love seeing his posts because I feel closer to him. It’s like he’s putting his life out there for me to see.
I’ve liked every single one of his pictures on Instagram and retweeted all of his tweets. It took me a while, but I eventually did it. This is my way of showing my appreciation for him. I’m his biggest fan.
I keep in touch with him through Facebook. I send him messages every day, just to say hi and perhaps have a chat. I don’t think he checks his messages regularly because he hasn’t responded yet.
I tried to call and text him, but I think he changed his numbers because I don’t get through. Anyway, our chats via social media are great.
I really hope that he likes my pictures that I send to him every day. I understand that he’s busy and can’t always see me, so this is my way of reminding him of the hot girlfriend he has. I dress up, and sometimes don’t dress at all for his visual pleasure.
He recently got into club dj’ing, and always advertises his gigs on Twitter. I have no idea why he doesn’t tell me about them before he tells the whole world, which is a bit rude since I’m his partner. But anyway, I go to every single one of his gigs because that’s what a supportive partner does. From Thursday night right through to Sunday, I’m there with him, dancing my butt off and cheering him on. I make sure that I’m right in front of the stage so that he can see me and know that I’m there supporting him.
He’s seriously blowing up as a DJ because he just got booked for gigs in Durban and Cape Town. I’ve just booked my flights so that I can be there with him. I’m so excited! We’ll be able to spend some time together like a real couple, and maybe after he’s done playing for the night, we can consummate our love further at our hotel room. I’m not sure which hotel we’ll be staying in yet; I’ll find out when I get there. He’s got it all under control.
I should get his house keys and make copies of them while I’m there with him so that I can get access to his place to help him with day-to-day chores. With his busy schedule, I don’t think he has time to cook a healthy meal or mop up his place properly.
My love for him keeps me so busy.
I’m so good him, and I think he’s really lucky to have me in his life 🙂
*image from PopCrush.