Free Writing: Write About Someone You Used To Love

goodbye

I will never forget what I was wearing the day it all started. A canary yellow v-neck jumper from Zara, black wide legged pants and pointed black court shoes. I’d met him a few months before at a party my cousin invited me to.  We didn’t talk much at the party and to be honest, I only noticed him because he was quite light skinned. He had a girlfriend at the time so there was no thought of a possible romance.

The day I met him again, in my yellow jumper, I was at church waiting for the first service to end so I could go into the second service. There were quite a few of us waiting in the foyer and I was surprised when my roaming eyes connected with his.  He remembered me and seeing as we were both alone, ended up sitting together during the service. Afterwards, he had a few hours to kill before he had to go to some lunch soirée and asked if I’d like to catch up over drinks. I said yes and that was the beginning of a rather interesting year and some.

We got on so well over drinks that when he dropped me off home, we swapped numbers. It was the summer holidays and I was working my first ever job at a photography studio selling makeovers to members of the public. He worked for a hedge fund and in that period was as working Japanese hours.  His working day started at midnight and we would be on the phone talking about Lord knows what, till I had to get out of bed and get ready for work. I got the raw end of the deal on that one! I couldn’t use my phone at work so he got to sleep while I was working. I was seriously sleep deprived that summer.

I will never forget our first date. We met up in the west end, grabbed a bite to eat at Wagamama and then walked the back streets of central London. It really was perfect. Well until we headed to the cinema to watch a movie during which my bag got stolen. Actually, even that was perfect. He went into superman mode and called the police and my bank to report the theft. We walked to his office because he had a shift to start and he called me a cab, paid for it and shoved a couple of twenty pound bills in my hand to tide me over till I got my replacement cards. I tried to refuse the money but it was a Friday and in those days, banks didn’t open on Saturdays. After convincing me to swallow my pride and take the money, I did.

For a whole host of reasons, things didn’t work out between us. He was and still is an amazing guy and we are good friends to this day. At the time things fell apart, I was convinced I’d never find anyone like him again.

I was right, I still haven’t found anyone like him and to be honest, it’s a good thing I haven’t. In hindsight, amazing though he was, he wasn’t right for me.

Love,

Waila

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7 comments

  1. Ah, it sounds like this is just the beginning of something. Will there be a Part 2? I am curious to know who will try to measure up to this person. Or if he’ll resurface …

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  2. @Sharon: not finding anyone like him isn’t a romantic notion, it’s simply acknowledging that fact that he is quite a unique character. I have found someone who isn’t him but who is exactly the kind of man I didn’t know I wanted and needed till he surfaced. Marrying him real soon so I’m a happy girlie! 🙂

    @Ruth: Yes boss! Next subject (courtesy of the generator) is “write about your feet.” Should be interesting. 🙂

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  3. I religiously read your blog. No idea why I’ve never commented before but I love your writing. Can you share the website for the ideas generator? Currently trying to get out of a writing rut as well xxx

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  4. Waila,

    I am so so proud of you. I love your writing and pray that I will have the time follow your blog.

    Take care.

    Mayoma

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