I met her over two decades ago, was cold and helpless when i came across her. Our encounter is as old as my years in this world.
With high hopes we were seeing each other, i was crazily in love.
As each day passed by, i admired her the more.
I could recall my first day at school, i also won’t forget how glad i felt towards her, the thought of it glowed through my heart. I spent everyday loving her, she titillated me. Everything she threw at me, i acquiesced, and with my gullible mind i accepted all she desired of me.
I entered high school and she became tough, hardly could i apprehend, but she became cold towards me.
She had difficult and mean choices for me, which i couldn’t understand.
I sat, questioned myself and seek for understanding from her, but her ploy was too strong and decisive.
The farther i go, the more i realised she’s dead to me.
I left for university, but before then i could only see her sneers. I tried to move closer to her, she only hurried further, so we went on like a boomerang.
I could assume she’s a “gone girl”.
I used to admire her, but we became a facade. She’s gone out of my reach and now i’m out of control.
I wish she could be easy on me, but she won’t, maybe never.
She’s a “bad girl” this i’m sure.
What a chasm!
I used to admire her. Don’t get me wrong, she is “Life”.