Just Yolanda Zondo

 "Three hundred and twenty four" I said. I tried to force a smile and, an "I do not care look", but there was just something about that high number that sent shivers down my spine. You also looked rather astonished and slightly confused, but maybe that was just me hoping. We were sitting at a Wimpy's restaurant, waiting for my parents to pick me up and your big brother to finish his shift at Woolies across the street. I had told you that I wanted to take you out, which you said seemed rather pushy but you could never say no to food. I saved the little pocket money my daddy gave me every day to try and get you the biggest Wimpy burger they had. You decided to get their famous big Wimpy Burger and an Apple juice, and I got just about the same, but with a chocolate milkshake. I stared at you, chewing ferociously at the burger and, I have to be honest I did not see this  bad monstrous boy    my friend Gordon said you are. Instead, I saw a hungry carefree ...

Even though he annoyed her, she remembers him all too well. When the door opens, the wind blows in with the memory of his smile. She always wonders though, why is it that even after all the bad that he did, she remembers all the good things as though they were happening right now?  All the times he bought her flowers, she wished so much she could keep them forever, more especially the first one he got for her. It was a yellow sunflower in a blue plastic bag, smelling all muddy as though it was stolen from someone’s yard. It was funny and cute, but also the beginning of something great and she felt it. She remembers lying beside him on their first day alone together, no words needed to be said; but there was this feeling of passion surrounding them, and she knew she was meant to be there. Nevertheless, she wishes that she did not remember it all too well. There is nothing sadder in life than lingering on to something that can never be again. All it creates is pain. You ...

First I want to send my condolences to your heart. It pleases me to know that I've broken you just as much as you broke me.  You say its been over a year and I should get over you, but why are you so concerned with me getting over you? After all you claim you've been over me for a while now, so why care? Are you feeling guilty? Sweetie you really shouldn't.  Live your life. I am just not going to put my heart through the trauma of getting into a new relationship only to have it end in a rebound.  My heart is precious and it can take as long as it wants to heal. But trust me, mentally I am over you. And its not that I cannot get another boyfriend, it's just that I don't want one yet. I mean afterall, have you seen me, yes you have and you certainly know what you lost. I was gorgeous, but now I am just trailing on another level, and it gets even better by the day. I am not waiting for a perfect guy, I mean perfect guys are just bad: Êxhibit A -> You....