Next Level...

~Zawadi


 Saturday afternoon.

It was a beautiful day. Hot but not too hot. The weather was just right.  We Had just been led to our table. The hotel was breath-taking! It was the garden set up for me. The place was top notch classy. I felt out of place honestly, but I always rise to the occasion.  I don’t know if its normal but I think I have different personalities(for lack of a better word) for different kinds of environments.

However, my anxiety couldn’t allow me to enjoy the beautiful scenery. My thoughts seemed to be in a debate. Miss jump into conclusions seemed to be winning.

“Are you okay?”

He asked for the third time now. I hadn’t said much since he picked me up. Hell, I was nervous.

 I repeated the same words, more enthusiastically this time. I was taking this too seriously; very typical of me. I mean he just wanted to meet. What else would he want?  My thoughts were interrupted by the waitress. We ordered food and talked. It was just a normal date after all! Until…

He proposed!   

 Relax, not to be his wife, his girlfriend. I like how official he is with this kind of things. He was very intentional and I like how he devoted himself to things. He works so hard. Very devoted and keen to detail.

It had been 2 months since we met, and I had learnt a handful of things about him. I could \say I had learnt him but can you really know the entirety of a human being?  We are so dynamic.

I said yes by the way. Two days later. I had seen it coming but I had not put much thought In it. I had been single for a good one year. I learnt a lot about myself and I really appreciated the time off. I was genuinely happy; I liked his company and the idea of having him as my man wasn’t scary.

 My previous one didn’t end well. But does it ever end well?

 Anywho, life was amazing; we were 3 months into the relationship; I had met his 2 younger sisters and his ‘kamiti’.

All was going well until he asked me to move in.

What? Move-in? I know, right!? I didn’t believe it either. I didn’t even know how to respond.

The last time someone mentioned ‘moving in’, I found out he had lost his job two months earlier. It messed me up. Marked the beginning of my trust issues.

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