I MISS YOU

Honestly speaking, despite the schoolwork that I buried myself into I was missing Lemma, I kept checking him out on his social media platforms. I would post things on social media to attract his attention but none of that worked, nothing seemed to move him.

In November, the very year, the two of us started chatting again, at this time I was already in the middle of internal assessments and could not go to my hometown to meet Lemma, so I had to wait for December since I was going to close for Christmas holiday. Each time I would ask him a question about us, he would say that we will talk about it when we meet. I could not wait to see him again, I had so much to tell him, but very unfortunately I lost my phone on the 23rd when I was going home and by this our perfect plans got ruined yet again.

I had to wait until the 30th to do a sim swap and use a tablet I was given at school. On the New Year's Eve, he called me. He wanted to pick me up, but I was caught up in family affairs. I even went back to school for final exams without meeting him. I missed him so bad and the more I was away from him made me want him even more.

It was January during semester break after writing the final exams when he invited me to his home, I couldn't wait to be with him. One Friday I took a taxi to his place, it was raining and a slightly cold, but I was in my skirt and light blouse for I had left home while the sky was still clear. We spoke over the phone as to where I was meant to go up until I knocked on the door. Although clustered his place was quite beautiful and neat for a guy'.

He told me to make myself feel at home, and without any hesitation I threw my bags on the sofa, took off my sneakers and blouse such that I was left with a vest and socks, oh and my skirt of cause! Then I sat on the couch.

He was in his military green shirt and some sweat pant. After few minutes of picking up his tools he sat by the end of the couch, held my hand and told commanded me to sit closer to him. We kept smiling at each other until he finally pulled me by that hand and positioned me between his thighs and we looked at each other with a smile once more then finally kissed. Later on, he got up took off his pant and shirt while heading towards the bedroom, then pulled something from the drawer, and took off his undies then came back. He made me lie on the couch, slowly took off my undie, then he smashed me and stopped after some time.

I put on the blouse I was wearing from home, and he put on his underpants, then I asked for some ice, but he first asked why I was having ice in such harsh conditions then I explained that I was not going to have it, rather, I was going to use it for something else. Yes! Something else, then he took out a tray full of ice cubes and handed it to me. I placed them in a glass, covered his eyes with the bandana and grabbed the ice by my mouth then held both of his hands so he could not touch me.

After we 'hit it' I had to make sure he was going stay, make thing official.

I slowly moved the tip of the ice on his body, all the way from the neck to most unthinkable areas. No later than 5 minutes he took me by the waist and lay me on the couch, then we hit it once more. Everything had happened so fast, I felt so dirty, but it was useless thinking about what can never be reversed.

He carried me to the bed and made me wear his morning gown. He looked so sincere and gentle; I was touched. He cleaned up the mess we made on the couch and came to me, lay by my side and we watched movies on my laptop.

"I am feeling sleepy."

"Let me close this laptop so I can hold you."

I slept his arms then the rain became heavier and the wind from window started getting stronger. He pulled a blanket from his wardrobe and put it on us.

He was so romantic.

I just couldn't shake off the thought that I had given 'it' to him although we were not an actual item but a little hope in me still thought the situation would change after that, perhaps he might see just how committed I was to that thing of ours but from the two following weeks it seemed like we just took 4 5 6 steps forward and another backwards, we stopped texting again, he stopped calling. It was quite vivid that nothing was ever going to happen between the two of us.