The young and the restless.
“There’s always one that gets
away. The one that sneaks up on you then slips away” P!nk
Most times I do not remember him.
It happened a long time ago and I like to think that I am over it, that I am
over him. Then the little things happen and I find myself remembering.
Like last week, during my
mandatory quarterly spring clean (just in time for the Landlord’s inspection),
I found the dress he bought for me on my birthday. Many years after the
break-up, that dress is still the most expensive piece of clothing I own. I
know it does not fit anymore but I am reluctant to let it go, I mean that dress
probably cost more than I earn in a month. I looked around at my pile of
clothes and shoes and wondered what my wardrobe would have looked like if we
were still together.
The other day when I went perfume
shopping, I thought about him. I never bought perfume for myself when we were
together. And he bought only the best. I thought about my account balance and carefully
sidestepped Dior, Chanel, Wang, and the likes, and bought Beyonce’s Pulse. I had the perfect excuse - I am a
huge fan of king Bey and a card-carrying member of the Beyhive. That is my line
and I am sticking to it.
