The Valentine’s Situation

Boy and Girl

 

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Single

(Boy) and (Girl) are alone

(Boy) and (Girl) try not to be bothered, it’s only Valentine’s afterall

(Boy) and (Girl) are actually a tiny bit bothered

Lovestruck

Boy meets girl

Boy wants to impress girl

Boy goes overboard

Smitten

Boy gets girl

Boy and girl are in love

Boy and girl go overboard

Unmushy

Boy and girl are crazy in love

Boy and girl constantly have a straight face

Boy and girl never acknowledge Valentine’s

One-Sided

Boy and girl are official

Boy has stopped trying

Girl goes overboard

Indifferent

Boy and girl have been together a while

Everything is “norms” now

They say “Val’s is for kids”

Supposed-to-be Current Situation (In Nigeria)

Boy and girl “wantu” try

Everything is still “norms” man

Boy and girl thought they would call each other to say “Happy Valentine’s BAE, Vote with love”

But alas! Jega shifted dates for elections

Now Boy and Girl have to figure out stuff.

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Let me know where you fall in at the end of today. :)

Happy Valentine’s guys.

In Silence

I like it when we’re together.

Did I say like up there?

I love it when we’re together,

In Silence.

 

We’d sit side by side,

Arms grazing each other with the littlest movement.

We’d look everywhere but beside,

Creating pictures only our minds can see.

 

In silence,

Our breathing collides and creates it rhythm,

In silence,

We say many words, our mouths won’t speak.

 

After time has gone,

You finally look my way,

You say “Where has your mind gone?”

I shake my head, maintaining the silence.

 

Saying nothing, sometimes says the most – Emily Dickenson

 

 

Impulse

I do this impulse thing all the time

Just standing right there, moping

One minute normal

The next, insane

One minute guarded

The next, let loose

One minute demure

The next, wild

One minute introverted

The next, the circus clown

 

I do this impulse thing where I don’t even know it’s me

Just sitting there thinking;

If I suddenly got on my chair and started doing the funky chicken,

Would they think me mad or join in?

If I got up and started giving a pep talk,

Would they listen or give me the eye?

If I suddenly started crying loudly,

Would they run to me or chuckle beneath their breath?

 

I do this impulse thing where my dad just on-looks

Trying not to say – again – that I’m not growing

This impulse thing that gets me by when I’m sullen

This impulse thing that just freaking makes me happy!

 

I do this impulse thing all the time

I hope it never wears off.