As we sat on the taxi that day, she sat and sighed as she flashed back to the day it happened.
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I am sure you felt it when you once met someone you thought, finally "the one made out of my very rib or the one his rib I am made from". Of course it feels excruciatingly painful to meet someone like that and you fumble. It's unexplainable how love is wired for some people but I also guess if something had to come out of that "crush at first sight" moment, God would have let it happen so but here is my friend still reminiscing about the one she loved for over seven years from a distance.
I believe she loves him, but I think she is also fixated upon a love she created out of aloneness and pinned a face to it, without realising a baggage of an imaginative love she was creating. I mean these people are not even friends from where I stand, they just know each others names. I am not saying they will never be together but I think if you really love someone you would tell 'em sooner than wait this long. I mean if you feel for 'em that badly you will shout it from a hilltop. Wouldn't you?
So to why would my friend wait for her supposed crush of 7 years ago to say something in this era, I don't know! As the waiting continues, I think, if true love has something to do with it, its too profound for my foolish understanding.
I often wonder why can't she just write him off and move on, not out of nje closure, but her warm love deserves reciprocation not this torture of punishment she has heaped on herself.
I do envy her patience in love but I don't want the pain of disappointment of waiting for something that might never be as fireworks as anticipated. It hurts to wait; waiting is a cruel exercise. I truly hope she will be blessed with exactly and more of what she is hoping this waiting brings her. I hope he has been waiting and preparing to meet her again and actually say something this time around, just as my friend has been waiting for him. I hope that the taxi ride they took those years ago will get to be told in their love story and I hope that their union will be abundantly blessed.
She looked at me and said "I met him at this taxi rank. It was February 2011, two weeks after burying my grandma. I was going back to Joburg to register and prepare for a new academic year.
I was sitting next to the window and my cousin was on my left, when I saw two guys get on the taxi. I knew the one, but not the other one he was with. I must have been staring cause that's were it all began. My mind playing tricks on me, convincing my heart to beat faster, turning me into a pale staring gawk. I was semi charmed honestly. My mind must have convinced my heart at that moment that it's not gonna fall for someone else after him. I took in his shimmering face, inviting eyes and his great looking self.
En route joburg, as I spoke to my cousin, I would notice him looking my way through the small spaces between the seats. It might have been my imagination but I have never been convinced otherwise ever since. Cupid had done did it.
I don't remember what happened next but my cousin and I got off at Park Station to go to my aunt's place. I thought it was the end of it. A few weeks after registration, I moved in at res and we had a home cell meeting. Low and behold, my taxi guy at our meeting. I have never felt all my senses working at the same time as I did that day.
As we were doing our greetings, he looked at me and said, "hi my name is...", woow did I not die and resussitate myself while still standing staring at him. By the time mind would alert my body that "your jaw is on the floor and you acting crazy" the time was up and I wouldn't extend my hand anymore and say "Phindi from 214". He never really spoke to me afterwards and I am still stuck in 2011 with the thought of what would have 'us' been like.
Even though we were never together, we atleast deserve to be platonic best friends".
"Chommie", she looks at me, "I dont know how to move on from this crush or how to tell him of my undying feelings for him..., do you think I should just tell him, just to get it out even though nothing comes out of it?"
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I am sure you felt it when you once met someone you thought, finally "the one made out of my very rib or the one his rib I am made from". Of course it feels excruciatingly painful to meet someone like that and you fumble. It's unexplainable how love is wired for some people but I also guess if something had to come out of that "crush at first sight" moment, God would have let it happen so but here is my friend still reminiscing about the one she loved for over seven years from a distance.
I believe she loves him, but I think she is also fixated upon a love she created out of aloneness and pinned a face to it, without realising a baggage of an imaginative love she was creating. I mean these people are not even friends from where I stand, they just know each others names. I am not saying they will never be together but I think if you really love someone you would tell 'em sooner than wait this long. I mean if you feel for 'em that badly you will shout it from a hilltop. Wouldn't you?
So to why would my friend wait for her supposed crush of 7 years ago to say something in this era, I don't know! As the waiting continues, I think, if true love has something to do with it, its too profound for my foolish understanding.
I often wonder why can't she just write him off and move on, not out of nje closure, but her warm love deserves reciprocation not this torture of punishment she has heaped on herself.
I do envy her patience in love but I don't want the pain of disappointment of waiting for something that might never be as fireworks as anticipated. It hurts to wait; waiting is a cruel exercise. I truly hope she will be blessed with exactly and more of what she is hoping this waiting brings her. I hope he has been waiting and preparing to meet her again and actually say something this time around, just as my friend has been waiting for him. I hope that the taxi ride they took those years ago will get to be told in their love story and I hope that their union will be abundantly blessed.
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