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Love is Love
Love stories make you feel warm inside and giddy, it's some twisted power they have. To draw you in and make you feel something tip and awaken inside of you. I wish I could say my love story had the same effect. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if I never loved him, would still be the girl I was ?
I would never admit these thoughts to him, but I think he already knows. He seems to understand it, especially when the nostalgia hits the most and I can't stop the lingering thoughts of my past. The irony of it however is that I can't imagine life without him. There's no I without him, that's how much he drew me in.
It was once terrifying for me, to feel so much for a man but it's comforting now. He has it just as bad.
The feel of his hand tugging at my own pulls me out of thoughts. 10 years down the line and he's touch still sends fire dancing across my skin. He's beautiful smile gives way to the depressions in his cheeks and I'm reminded of just how much I would give for this man. And I already have given everything.
" Everything okay ? " he says,now frowning at the road ahead.
" Of course.... maybe a bit hungry though "
He chuckles, the sound of it wrapping around me. " You and food " he laughs and gives my hand a soft squeeze, " We'll get you a meal befitting a queen right after "
I expected nothing less, Kevin is the man I never knew I needed after all. He keeps the conversation flowing as we drive through the traffic.
It's half passed 6pm when the car finally comes to a halt. I stare out at the colossal building before us, gentle music rings through the air. "I guess the party's already started "
Kevin laughs over the quieting engine " We're always fashionably late " he says.
This is what I choose, what I gave up everything for. I chose him, the man that showed me a world I have come to see as my own. I tilt the mirror and fix my makeup while he finishes up the call.
Together we step out of the car and he hands me the keys " I'll drive out in a car on the other side of the building, no one will link us together " he says as he smooths out his jacket.
" Targets Jayson Chalwe, goals to take him out and get to that safe " I repeat out of habit " I'll leave the keys on the patio once I get it, you get the papers and go. I'll deal with Chalwe " I add.
Kevin leans in to kiss my cheek " See later Trisha " he whispers before disappearing into the darkness behind us.
I'm shrugging my coat off, feelimg the cold still of the blade strapped to my thigh and stepping into the party just moments later. Sequins and silk fill the room, champagne flutes continue to go around. I spot my target, laughing with company and even as I make my way towards him, my eyes meet my husband's from across the room.
I once Trisha Musonda gave up everything to be Trisha Namonje, married and taken into a world of power and money. But I don't regret a thing.I chose love
© @NatalieChilikwela
I would never admit these thoughts to him, but I think he already knows. He seems to understand it, especially when the nostalgia hits the most and I can't stop the lingering thoughts of my past. The irony of it however is that I can't imagine life without him. There's no I without him, that's how much he drew me in.
It was once terrifying for me, to feel so much for a man but it's comforting now. He has it just as bad.
The feel of his hand tugging at my own pulls me out of thoughts. 10 years down the line and he's touch still sends fire dancing across my skin. He's beautiful smile gives way to the depressions in his cheeks and I'm reminded of just how much I would give for this man. And I already have given everything.
" Everything okay ? " he says,now frowning at the road ahead.
" Of course.... maybe a bit hungry though "
He chuckles, the sound of it wrapping around me. " You and food " he laughs and gives my hand a soft squeeze, " We'll get you a meal befitting a queen right after "
I expected nothing less, Kevin is the man I never knew I needed after all. He keeps the conversation flowing as we drive through the traffic.
It's half passed 6pm when the car finally comes to a halt. I stare out at the colossal building before us, gentle music rings through the air. "I guess the party's already started "
Kevin laughs over the quieting engine " We're always fashionably late " he says.
This is what I choose, what I gave up everything for. I chose him, the man that showed me a world I have come to see as my own. I tilt the mirror and fix my makeup while he finishes up the call.
Together we step out of the car and he hands me the keys " I'll drive out in a car on the other side of the building, no one will link us together " he says as he smooths out his jacket.
" Targets Jayson Chalwe, goals to take him out and get to that safe " I repeat out of habit " I'll leave the keys on the patio once I get it, you get the papers and go. I'll deal with Chalwe " I add.
Kevin leans in to kiss my cheek " See later Trisha " he whispers before disappearing into the darkness behind us.
I'm shrugging my coat off, feelimg the cold still of the blade strapped to my thigh and stepping into the party just moments later. Sequins and silk fill the room, champagne flutes continue to go around. I spot my target, laughing with company and even as I make my way towards him, my eyes meet my husband's from across the room.
I once Trisha Musonda gave up everything to be Trisha Namonje, married and taken into a world of power and money. But I don't regret a thing.I chose love
© @NatalieChilikwela
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