The.One.That.Flew.Away
Ghosted, Blocked, but Definitely Not Forgotten!
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Amy and I were birds of a feather, we flocked to each other’s hearts. She was my first love and I was hers. We would peck each other in the enclosed confines of the urbanized nests in our hometown. People would extend their hawkish gaze at us whenever we flapped around town oblivious of what was happening around us.
Every time we made love, she would pinch my skin with her nail-like talons and grab hold of my soul. I was brazenly captivated by her breasts which were tender and soft like proper marinated chicken and I would use them as my pillows. She liked that. We were inseparable, two doves in love.
I met Amy through Twitter and since then she always kept my phone buzzing with notification chimes from her incessant chirps. I would bookmark her tweets, and save them for later as a reference of how much I endowed gazing at her thoughts.
I was twenty-one and she was twenty. I reminisce the days I spent with her especially now that I am older and laugh silly at how stupid in love we were.
I remember stealing money from my mother’s ATM after Amy’s periods delayed for a few weeks after we fondled each other’s feathers—an enforced pregnant pause in our budding young romance. Our young, selfish love couldn’t envision a third-wheeler joining our romantic escapades. We plotted to flush them out. Luckily that was a false alarm and we had to abort our plans.
Something about this incident strengthened our bond or maybe it was that blood vow we made underneath a huge tree at the cemetery. To this day, I cannot quite point out what exactly emboldened our love.
We would parrot each other’s clothes. His and hers. I was her Instagram theme. She was my Twitter display picture. We would sneak into the movies and suck each other’s beaks hard and passionately. We were untamed birds flying around the country.
I envisioned an eternal love with her. I always looked forward to her perching herself at my nest. I would brood her eggs when the time was right I promised myself. She felt perfect to me. She was perfect. Her peacock beauty-like structure captivated me even more.
“I want to expand my wings.” She revealed one day.
“What do you mean?”
“Don’t you think that we are old enough to switch towns? The city fascinates me. I want to move there.” She affirmed.
Deep down I knew what she meant. I had listened to her chirp so much about how she yearned for life in the city. I had tried on numerous occasions to dissuade her. To clip her wings with ideas. To pluck her feathers with excuses. She was adamant. One of the things that made me love her.
“What about us?” I asked
“You can come with.” She suggested.
I listened to her. I wasn’t sure about the move.
“I will follow you wherever you go,” I promised as I had always done.
Amy moved to the city and became a flight attendant and that’s when things got weird between us. She stopped answering my calls. She stopped texting me. At first, I thought it was because she was adjusting to her new life. I gave her grace.
I tried to understand her but I could feel that she was slipping away from my grip. I could sense her flying out of my life and she did. Without a trace, she disappeared from my life. Sometimes I laugh at myself for thinking that we would have been anything.
I was Icarus and her indifference burned my wings. I came tumbling down to earth from the high heavens filled with love and it was only fair that I blocked her on Twitter because she was now my ex.
About the AuthorMarty, TheSmallTownZebra is a passionate and creative writer who mainly expresses his thoughts in words of fiction. They run two blogs(yes, two). The first one is called martythesmalltownzebra.wordpress.com, where they publish their creative fiction stories across all genres with a touch of political discourse on the side. And the second one is SmallTownZebra on Medium, which is his longer form of fiction site. If you are a lover of literature, that’s where you should start. Pure gems!
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Vitu huisha, you go looking for love
And finding the one and suddenly imeisha
Suddenly imeisha
Hali ya maisha, imagine living your life
And never finding the one, na saa hiyo time inaisha
But we both know it's better this way
Next: Do You Know How Rare It Is to Successfully Move On?—because ghosting is easy, but forgetting? Not so much.
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Dang. Even vultures are more loyal than that, or so I've heard. Anyway, sometimes it's better to miss than to actually hit the bird, even if it's a stone's throw away.
I liked this piece's literary style...👏🏾great job
👌👌👌I aspire to be able to write an "analogy" story as good as this.