It is late at night, and I am in the house alone—the life of a bachelor. I decided to check on the sports updates and what's up as I go through my phone and wind up the day. We have been constantly chatting with B, she is good; her boss is a dick though, and the HR. personnel have a vendetta against her, she doesn't like her. I did lend her my time as she talked my ear off about her day. Not that I am complaining; I find her amusing, she is a hella lot of funny. She is a free spirit and one never knows what to expect from her, she is unpredictable.
Early this evening, when I saw her name pop up on the screen, I was on my way out for a jog. As she continued talking, I realized that it was going to take more time than I anticipated. So I decided to make her my engagement music as I sprinted, she needed it. I listened to her vent as I was heaving up and down. After she is done, she heaves a sigh of relief; am glad to be of service. She is vivid and elated and feeling better, and thanks me for listening, how kind of me.
Speaking to her is easy, she does all the talking for both of us, and all I do is listen and agree with her, most of the time. She is interesting; I did my workout listening to her talk to me on the call, and I found out, that there is always this surge of excitement that I feel every time I see her name pop up; it makes me eager to hear her voice.
Our calls have become a regular thing now, a welcome reprieve from the monotony of my daily life. With each conversation, I find myself experiencing a lot of feelings for B that I have never had before. It was as if we were two puzzle pieces that fit perfectly together, completing each other in ways I never thought possible. She stirs unclassified emotions within me.
As I lay in bed, the familiarity of her presence filled me with both warmth and longing, leaving me to ponder the significance of our shared moments and the possibility of what could come next; and that brought another ache in mind; Ell.
For my mind to be at ease, I had to talk to her, find her somehow. No matter how hard I tried to push her out of my mind, the thought of her lingered like a persistent echo, refusing to be silenced. It was as if an invisible thread connected us, weaving a tapestry of emotions and desires that I couldn't shake off. Her mystery allure made me curious, and I felt a need for her.
Since our parting, she has been a constant presence in my thoughts. Her image lingered in my mind, refusing to fade away, and I found myself lost in contemplation, wondering about the significance of our meeting, yearning for another chance to connect with her. She evokes a bittersweet symphony of emotions that I struggle to navigate, she has become a fixture in my heart and mind, a presence that I cannot easily dismiss or forget.
The urge to reach out to her tugged at my heartstrings, tempting me to pick up the phone and dial her number. However, a wave of uncertainty washed over me, clouding my judgment. Questions and doubts swirled in my mind. Would she appreciate the gesture, or would she find it intrusive? The notion of calling her felt both daunting and exhilarating since all my texts have gone unanswered and it clearly shows they are delivered. If only it were as easy with Ell as it is with B.
I decided to do a little digging on Instagram, looking for an Ell. Check her account, maybe I will come across something about her. It wasn't long before I stumbled upon a post in which she was tagged. She had hosted Mr Mwajumbe on her podcast show, and that sparked curiosity, who is Ell?
Automatically, that led to her profile and I couldn't believe it. I may say am not a fan, but now I am, with no doubt. Her page brought out her world to me, talk about stalking. I could see why I was taken by her immediately the first time I saw her, She is one of those people; a unique combination of charm, wit, and charism, too bad she had seeped into my soul and taken root. I scrolled through her feed, admiring her beautiful face. Each post captured her in a unique light of the world around her, and apparently, she is everywhere.
Unfortunately, I can't humiliate myself anymore, and shoot her DM; she is not an Instagram model, she could be if she wanted, she totally got the bode for it. She is a media person and runs her own podcast show. No wonder she thought I was a joke and hasn't replied, I get the reason, or is there another? Is she seeing someone or maybe she gave me the crazy fan list number? …
Too bad now I can't pursue her as much as I wanted to. I feel like a kid being denied chocolate and ice cream, yet he knows they are in the fridge, all he has to do is open and take out his treasure, but due to unseen forces and unwritten rules and words that are holding me back.
She is a public figure and that comes with another headache, my life right now is simple and chill and I happen to like it that way. The frenzy that media people have, I would rather stay out of it. I will be enemy number one to a lot of men, and all the comments section sagas that will come with it; that's another world of torture. She is a full package in every sense. It is good she hasn't replied or contacted me yet, as much as my heart is broken.
Then something clicked, reviving me out of my pity party. The day I approached her, I didn't know who she was, and it is a good thing because she didn't know who I was. Maybe this thing could work. My crestfallen heart had hope