SELECTIVE AMNESIA1

Pursed lips under the star-less skies. Hands lingering with unsaid words. Perspiration trailing rocking heart-beats... I awaken to reality's picture. Too many uncertainties- Man, God's perfect creature- a woman's woes. I see her in her restless state; Soliloquy's greatest's fan. She's had to cry one too many tears. Underneath her shaking body! Oh... Love's not worth it! love stinks! Played by love, yet again? The need to forget... Every word, Every broken Promise. She's had to go through it over and over and over again. It's monotony. Life's pretty much a routine. Lessons unlearned... Tears, unstopped! She raises her head without a second thought to tomorrow. Celebration seems so far away because she's scared she's traded happiness for "Cupid's arrow?" Unfortunately, Cupid's shots have pierced through her heart and out her back... She feels she's been stabbed in the back. The tears are long gone. Yet, the ache still lingers. She says she's learnt forgiveness but still craves...

The very last lesson she forgot too soon. The same way it was with Tunde. She stretched herself thin to please that one. Drowned so he could swim but a svelte lady came to end that story. She swore never to be that foolish 19 year old again, but last month was her 27th and not much had changed.

 As she read this text from Doug, she tried hard to know when their relationship jumped the shark. It came as a shock, well, of course it was a shock wrapped nicely in a red led light on her Bold 5. "Find your own man, slut" was all the text said, signed by the sender who claimed to be Doug's wife.

 She should have seen all the signs. The well stocked kitchen. The wall with tiny holes that she only now realised must have held frames of himself and the "wife". She had called back to confirm. "This is one big practical joke", she thought. She and Doug had been at Capello till 1am; only few hours ago. When the call was finally picked, after what seemed like an eternity (there must've been at least 30 missed calls), it was not Doug's rich resonant voice she heard. The voice was not human; howbeit it was the voice of a woman, who like herself, had been in too deeply. She couldn't make out all that the disembodied voice said but, a phrase was unmistakable, "Leave my husband the hell alone", the voice shrieked relentlessly. And that was when the scales fell. She broke down then and cried her heart out. She had disappointed herself again.