Happy Birthday Mansa :-D
Where do I even begin to describe her. Take her name and a thousand memories come springing up in my mind. And most of them make me laugh. There are some that make me tear up just a little. But only because it makes me realize just how lucky I am to have her in my life.
I could begin by explaining the kind-hearted person she is. She has such a big heart that she would give away the clothes off her back if she thought it helped someone. She never has an unkind word to say to anyone. Or of anyone.
I could tell you about how sensitive she is to other peoples feelings. When we went to Dominoes and a man walked in with several children, we realized he did not have enough money to pay the entire bill, she discreetly paid the rest of the amount without hurting his pride and self-respect.
I could recount stories of the crazy times we have when we are together. Whether it is laughing over imaginary situations, or having enough chocolate to get a 'sugar rush', our crazy pillow fights or watching the most horrible movies together and going down the stairs laughing. The crazy talks-in-the-sleep that only I can decode, the baby voices.
Whatever I say, words cannot describe just how amazing a person you are. Or a best friend. Or a sister.
Oh and Mansa....you are funny. *cue laughter track in my head*.
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There was an unmistakable tone of sadness in your posts and you did not leave the reader wondering why. But, I'd just like to share an experience with you. Like you I liked someone too. And...uh... well she didn't like me, but some other guy. Initially, I as quite cut up over it. Worse, I couldn't tell anyone else because the person she liked now, she told me his name under the confidence that I wouldn't reveal that she likes someone at all. It would be a breach of contract/trust/sanity to tell her or anyone known to the two of us that I liked her.
It just felt horrible. And then yesterday, I met her again while meeting some common friends. Ironically, she has become closer to me ever since telling me about this guy that she liked.
But for the first time, I wasn't hurt about it anymore. I wasn't cut up either. As the day passed into the next one I realised that I was, actually, quite bored. Its really silly. The person I would do anything for has just broken my heart. But I am very bored. At the end of the day, I bid her goodbye and walked away. Came back to my room, listened to some classical music and finally realised that this is what moving on feels like.
The pain doesn't last. In the end, you realise that it didn't work out, and you actually come to terms with it in a way that is o gradual that before you know it, she bores you when she talks about this new person she likes. It's strange.
But life's strange. This phase will gradually go. One day, you'll find someone who will like you back. How do I know ? Well, let's just say that there is something called a human society. People meet other people, fall in love and settle down. It's common. And that is also something that is a very real possibility.
So never lose hope.
Be who you are.