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~Maina~ It'd been a while since I sent THE text which actually had been my fault. The two months seemed like five years. It had been tough, something I didn’t see coming. . Not to blow my own horn but I'd been single since like the ice age which by the way is way sadder than it sounds. I had finally found someone who genuinely liked me and it was going great; until the constant breakups and make-ups began.   In my book, consistency matters in whatever form. Whether I wanted to hit the thank you next button or take her to my mama remains a mystery.(I'll let you stew in the suspense for a while) The connection, however, was undeniable since day one as cliché as that sounds. I was super busy writing a proposal for work when Shiro hit me up for a party. I put the I in introvert so I wasn't much for it and on I worked, well until Shiro convinced me that this shindig was more important. As an introvert, I meet many girls so this was going to be a walk in the park.   I w

~Zawadi~                                “Can we talk?” I read the text again as I unlocked the door to my one bedroom apartment. I was coming from work and the ride home was not blissful. I was having a hard time wrapping my head around THE text. After 2 days of no communication! This is all he had to say?  I questioned a lot of things. Does this mean he is ready to apologize? Or he just wants to blame me. The better part of me wished the latter. It would make things easier.  There has always been a connection between us, since the day we met. I believe it’s still there, buried under this entire fracas. It was Shiro’s birthday, A Saturday evening. “This is Maina, a colleague, Shiro said as she winked at me.”Hey, I am Zawadi, nice to meet you”, I introduced myself; couldn’t be more extroverted.  I don’t think I have had as much fun as I did since that night. We talked almost the whole night. Discussing our passions, dreams, sharing opinions on what was trending, literally everything. We