Photograph by Nzonda Kenneth
Or how I lost two self-imposed enemies.
This won’t work, she said.
She told me I didn’t have charisma. That’s how she dumped me. She was cute, intelligent and mean — in a nice way. Or that’s what I thought the first time we kissed.
She took a couple of seconds to look for the right word — that’s what she came up with- charisma.
I was still confused by the time she left the room.
Two days ago, we had lunch. Serendipity. And I told her all about it. She told me about the current changes in her life- especially spiritually. She seemed happy.
She was intrigued by my story. She laughed at key points. I was laughing most of the time.
We talked about her thesis and what she’d do after that. She stayed after her meal was finished.
“Have you wanted to tell me this?”
Yes.
“All this time?”
Yes. I told myself the next time I’d see you, I’d tell you.
“I guess that’s how to not miss an opportunity, huh?”
I guess so
That was the first time we were meeting in over two years.