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Walking Stories

She’s on the bench in the park, 2pm everyday. She sits there for 30 minutes, staring into space, hardly noticing anyone or anything happening around her. At 2:30pm, she rises with gusto and heads back to work

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They come to the same park everyday to spend time together. Between 1:30pm and 2:30pm, they walk in hand in hand, holding their lunch packs in the other hand. They sit across her, trying not to stare.

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She loves having lunch with him daily because between their schedule and commute, this is the only available time, but she wishes so much to be her.
To sit on the park bench alone, taking it all in; the sights, the wind, the sun… the peace..

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He’s never loved anyone like he loves her and it aches him so much that all he gets is one hour of her time daily. More than that is he senses her need for solitude, but he knows he can’t bring himself to let her have it.

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He brings his kid to the park daily, it’s always just the two of them, content in the company of each other.

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He wants to be the best father to his son and the time they spend together at the park is one of the few ways he’s found. Since he lost his wife three months ago, he’s put in everything into loving this kid to fill in for the love momma would have given

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His dad is everything, he knows he tries so hard for him but he misses momma. The light dad once had is gone. If only he could meet someone new…
He glances towards her; she was always alone and she looked pretty calm and approachable

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He’s the guard at the park who’s always on the daytime shift. He watches her every time she comes in at 2pm, alone. He watches her walk to the exact bench they used to sit in and have lunch daily before he died. He looks at the couple across her; eating silently, and wonders if they appreciate what they have…

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We are walking stories;
Of whats and hows and whys.

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Musings

As you grow older…

– as a girl –

As you get older

1. Society will make marriage a big the only deal for you

2. The constant you have in every conversation with your mum – and woe betide you, your dad – would be about your future husband

3. The only giggly conversation you might have with your best-friend’s mum, would be about the boys in your life who might be prospective husbands and how you can get them closer

4. A friend would call you every other month about their wedding details and how you can get your aso-ebi ASAP!

5. Your other friends might call you to gossip about how they can’t believe the last person who called about aso-ebi is getting married

6. You will start accumulating dresses you might never wear again.

7. Your Instagram timeline will  be filled with pictures of shiny diamond rings and captions like “I/She said yes!. You might even unexpectedly become start getting irritable, rolling your eyes every time you scroll through another one.

8. Every new guy you meet might be run through a Is-he-marriage-worthy screening in your mind

9. Your boyfriend will get wary when you seem too nice

10.Your 20-item checklist for Mr. Right might reduce to 2- Must be God fearing and maybe older than me?

As you get older, really, you realize that every one is on a different journey, no one’s life determines how yours should be, and mostly that marriage is supposed to be for two people who love each other, not just another predetermined stage in everyone’s life.

With enough time, we all find what we’re looking for, even if it was there all along.

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Musings

If…

If I told you what I wanted the most, would you give it to me?
Or would you hold back and bask in the essence of having my most wanted?

If I told you my weaknesses, would you stand out to make me stand strong?
Or would you sit back and watch me fall?

If I said what keeps me up at night, would it make you strive to find me a lasting solution?
Or would you just hand me pills?

If I said… “Oh my life is such a mess!” would you agree?
Or would you list out many reasons I’m blessed?

What if I told you my big and lofty dreams to one day rule the world,
Would you laugh out loud?
Or would you hold my hand and say I’m on track?

If I bore my soul to you; to show you how many times I’ve fallen
Would it make you proud?
Or would you look the other way?

If I told you I put no thought to this and just got typing,
Would it make you look out for typos and misspells?
Or would you appreciate it even more?

If I said these are the reasons I don’t say half the things I wanted to,
Would you understand?
Or would you not?