I have had several heartbreaks in the past but none was severe like these one.
The day started of lousy. I woke up from a bad dream at 2:52 am. I went to the bathroom and looked myself in the mirror. All I saw was the weary face that I have been carrying for the past months. I then came back to bed and checked my phone: checked my watsapp and I noticed that my newly found friend was still awake and online. Ah she could be working on some articles and I then decided to send her a message advising her on how she could edit and improve some of her articles.
I thought I was gonna fall asleep immediately again, but hell yeah I was wrong. I got lost in thoughts and when I checked my time again, it was 4 am. 4 am the hour that knows all my thoughts and secrets. Oh and I had craving, I took my walk of shame to the kitchen and prepard myself two slices of wholewheat bread with Blackcat peanut butter (no salt and sugar added). I then went back to bed and continued thinking about all the events that are going on in my life.
I was still no near to sleeping and found myself back to the kitchen and placed a pot of white rice on the stove top( really Monika, you gonnna have more carbs at this hour??).Whatever I still ate it all up and went back to bed at around 8 am.
Meanwhile in the other quarter of the house, lay my newly found lover. Yes I have fallen in love with him from day one. He lay there unaware of all the trouble that I was going through. He lay there adamant waiting for the time I will take him for a morning ride on the outskirts of the city or to the city library. Oh I have fallen for him. We have met the previous Monday,at first he was stubborn or maybe it was me. We met through a friend (the one that have watsapped you earlier). Several hours later we bonded and became inseparable. We went for afternoon rides together and I was delighted to have him. He was light and gentle although he has hurt me a few times in the week we met. He moved so fast like the Dbahn ICE train…
At around one in the afternoon I left for my driving lessons and I thought my newly found lover will not accompany me to the library. I thought the instructor will drop me straight off at the library. After my lesson. Hell no, fate did not have it as such. I was supposed to do the parkings but they were fully occupied and that meant me doing a city drive, which I happened to be tired of doing.
I later went home and picked up my partner. On the way to the library I held my partner tight, I felt some tension the whole way. My foot will slip and I will lose the rhythm as we went along.
On the way I thought of passing by the place where my lover and I have met in order to get a chain to keep him safe at the library. Again fate did not have it as such, I was enjoying the ride and couldn’t break the momentum.
We finally made it to the library, oh unfortunately my friend was not allowed into the library or I did not ask if I could take him in order to keep him safe.
During my library session, I kept checking if he was still outside. I mean he was attractive and could easily be taken from me. I got carried away in the library and totally forgot about him until 5:30 pm when I started fantasizing about how we could take a city tour before heading home. When the clock struck six pm, I was excited and looked forward to being with my lover again. I hurried out of the library and gave a stare to the direction where I have left him……and he was gone. My heart was shattered, the tragedy has struck me again. He is gone, a bitch or gay has stolen him from me…..
They have stolen my BIKE, one that I have learnt to ride on for the past week.
- My bike that has given me so much freedom then my own mother will allow me to have.
- My bike that has given me the choice of braking or flying. With my bike I did not need to pay for fuel neither for parking fees.
- With my bike I could go through a traffic jam faster than I could if I have taken a taxi.
- In the company of my bike, I could get to my destination faster than when I had to walk there.
- There was no need for me to go to the gym as my booty was shaped by my dear bike.
- With my bike my Carbon footprints were low as my bike had no emission.
- I could carry my friend on my bike and the three of us would have great time together.
Oh I felt so much pain that day.
That day I had to walk home and the walk was a very long and painful one. All I had with me was the helmet and the scars on my ankle that my beloved bike has left me with.(remember earlier when I said he has hurt me a bit, I was reefering to the bruises on my ankle that I got when I lost rhythm on the bike.)I looked at every bike that I saw on the way, but my bike was nowhere to be found. The reality sank in…he was gone…
When I told my friend who introduced me to biking, she consoled me and told me that, maybe the person that took my bike needed it more than I did. She said it would be better if I get over it… But of girl, I have fallen and bonded with that bike in such a short period of time.
How dare you take it away from me???
As the days and weeks passed by and having checked all over town but to no avail, I finally let go.
Till we meet again : My heart is in pieces.
Had mad love for you.
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