The Regret

By Wazisomo

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 After having along day of working so hard on the project his company was working on, James finally felt free and a sigh of relief on him when the clock hit the 'Go Home' mark. He quickly parked his things into his bag and set himself on the move.

"I will be seeing you tomorrow buddy." Said Mark, James' friend as he left.
"For sure man. I will just take a walk down the road to my bus depot" James said.
"You know l can give you a lift, right?" Asked Mark.
"Don't worry bro am cool. Thanks" He replied.

Walking up and down the town he saw this amazing creation. She had bright dark eyes, her lips were as smooth as those of a Baby's with a moon like face, a height of about 1.2m she had long natural hair and alight skin, in a red dress. For a second, he thought he was dead that he was seeing an angel, she smiled to something on her phone as she walked, and her teeth were as white as pure milk and she had a smile that would change the world for the better if everyone had it. Her look made every normal male person look at her.

"I would kill for her love." People would say behind her.

He imagined himself with this sweet girl at his dream-place with their children beside them that for a moment he froze, but all these disappeared when he realized that the person, he was looking at was his ex-girlfriend, Martha.

Wishing to approach her, he wouldn't, especially when he remembered how he ignored her love at a time she needed him most whilst he was chasing some selfish love, with nothing to say, he didn't know how to approach her, but the beauty of her wouldn't let him to just sit back and live his whole life to regret this moment. It was time to make some wrongs right. He had to talk to her. He manned up and got himself closer to her and for the first time in his life, saying "Hi!" had never been so hard.

"Mmmm hi! Miss" he said.

She responded with a big smile that made him look like the only man in the world who had it and had it all.
"Eey hi!" Martha said.
"You good?" He asked as He tried to find the next word. 

"l couldn't help but notice you noticing me noticing you from a distance" He mumbled.
"Are you telling me why you stopped me or not?" she asked, furiously.

He tried to force some conversations with the guilt-feeling of letting go the person he realized now, in a hard way, that he was not supposed to part of. He couldn't believe how the person who at one point in the pages of history and sands of time was his best friend and the only person he would always talk to, now felt so strange to talk to, like he's never seen her before.

  "You don't particularly look strange to me l must admit. I feel like l have seen you before."James said as he pushed to induce her memory of him.

Lucky was he that she hadn't forgotten him as they talked and a feeling of relaxation descended on him.

   "Come on James. Of all the people you expect me to forget you!? 8 years isn’t that long"

 
The few minutes they spent together as he talked about how he missed her every single day since she left were the best of his life before she left to see her new boyfriend.

   "Am sorry James, but we cannot happen. I have a boyfriend now, whom l love so very much and he loves me as well. Unlike you, who made me feel unworthy of love. See you. I wish you the best, thank you for giving me a chance to meet my love." Said Martha as she stopped a taxi.

Leaving him with the warmest hug he only dreamt of, he couldn't imagine continuing his life without her in it. He felt that he had to get what was his. He set his mind to get her back.

   "No! I can't live with it, knowing that she's with another man. No! I am going to get her!" James said to himself as he boarded his bus home.
 

 

To be continued...

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