A Little Blast from the Past
Me:
The devil is a liar
Also
Me: And so is his mother in law.
See,
there I was minding my own business (like I always do), carelessly
outstretching my hand responding to his handshake. Naturally, I thought it was
a business client coming to pick his Cheque/ statement. So I raised my eyes
with a smile adorned on my lips ready to explain the delays anticipated for
this month.
Sigh…
Standing in front of me was this beautiful creation that God had created with the most pleasant smile. A person I had subconsciously searched for the MOST in my life. Subconsciously. … Because consciously, I had reached to a point where I no longer searched for his visage amidst the crowd. I no longer looked up the balcony to reminisce of his myriad phone calls. The back and forth stroll. The blush on his eyes. The smile. My heart no longer skipped beats at the thought of him… nor did I feel weak on my knees at the mention of his name.
I had reached to a place of acceptance – the tenacious reminder that he had left and that our paths may probably NEVER meet. I joined the farewell party to ensure that I do not forget that moment when ‘we’ bid him goodbye. A place of reconciliation. Acknowledgment. I had worked hard for this moment. I prayed. I pleaded. I drew. I texted. I sang and danced so hard, just so I would get closure – And there he was, smiling patiently by his sideways (a one-sided smile). His glare interlocked mine for like one second, and he looked away – blushing, like he always did. Gosh! I had missed this person. …and I have NO idea what to expect from him or even what I want with him.
He promised to be back. I purposed to wait and see. I am curious about what God shall do with this story.
Sigh…
Standing in front of me was this beautiful creation that God had created with the most pleasant smile. A person I had subconsciously searched for the MOST in my life. Subconsciously. … Because consciously, I had reached to a point where I no longer searched for his visage amidst the crowd. I no longer looked up the balcony to reminisce of his myriad phone calls. The back and forth stroll. The blush on his eyes. The smile. My heart no longer skipped beats at the thought of him… nor did I feel weak on my knees at the mention of his name.
I had reached to a place of acceptance – the tenacious reminder that he had left and that our paths may probably NEVER meet. I joined the farewell party to ensure that I do not forget that moment when ‘we’ bid him goodbye. A place of reconciliation. Acknowledgment. I had worked hard for this moment. I prayed. I pleaded. I drew. I texted. I sang and danced so hard, just so I would get closure – And there he was, smiling patiently by his sideways (a one-sided smile). His glare interlocked mine for like one second, and he looked away – blushing, like he always did. Gosh! I had missed this person. …and I have NO idea what to expect from him or even what I want with him.
He promised to be back. I purposed to wait and see. I am curious about what God shall do with this story.
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