I saw her in a frenzy walking towards us in the car on a fasten pace & my heart did skip a beat, she caught my eye from the moment I lay my eyes on her. What an aura of an angel that engraved her on every angle. She walked to the other side of the car and sat next to me on the back seat of the salon car. Not that she had anywhere else to seat… Fate?

She begun talking emphatically to Leon, who was on the driver seat that day. She was filled with energy and sweet vibes.

All the while she was oblivious of my existence. I kept calm and watched as she lit up with joy on seeing a primary school friend also seated in the same car, the codriver part. (Such a small world.)

Now, I was the only bird not part of this flock that was acquainted with everyone in it. She turned lastly to my side, and said hi as Leon introduced me.

“Sally,” she said, “bimri,” I summed up the intro.

I don’t know if she felt it too, the awkward chemistry sparkling its flames.

Her charm and charisma filled the atmosphere that day, her beauty I found quite intriguing. Her smile gave a million suns power to light up! So warm and candid. True emotions shown when her lips curved and the ghee in her eyes was a wonder to bestow. There and then, I could tell how she feels things quite deeply. Almost on superhuman levels.

When we arrived on our destination, she shared the fact that she’s a singer. “Wow”, I thought! My ear itched to hear how she sounded in her songs. Does she sing of heartache often like Adele? Or does she sing of the triumphs of love?

As I recalled love had escaped my heart many years back. Three, to round it up to a nice whole number.

I remember the timeline of that pain cause it consumed every fiber of my being, and it left me numb to another’s feel or touch to the heart. Somehow, her gaze compelled me not to call it quits just yet, her gaze filled my mind with wander, her sweet chilled vibes were wanting of introspection and inspection.

We talked in low tones from time to time as we were on that road trip back to whence we came. To me that was an attestation for the little feelings that crept in our hearts, the voices hushing as souls whispered silent nothings to each other. She’s a believer of true love, a little time spent with her – that was apparent.

Sally, oh Sally, caused disarray in my life and the beauty of it all was I knew I needed it. If just to experience a little short window of happiness with another being who took the affairs of their heart seriously.

Then after a few days, we prepared ourselves to meet, as I was helping her go through some stuff. We ensued with work and as she had a few minutes to spare, we chatted of hearts. Yeah, how she wears hers on her sleeves, and mine was nonexistent. At least that’s how I felt, mine had been ripped out of the ribcage and it was a bother then, in a way I found myself cold. I hope I didn’t hurt her feelings with all my improbabilities.

I can’t lie to the fact how fully submerged she was on a moment, if she talked with you, she was there with you fully. I loved that, her mind; – everything was there with you!

Soft spoken throughout and considerate not to utter a word that could cause injury; not that I minded, but the consistency of picking carefully her words was amazing. I still wished she spoke more of her feelings – if any brewed at the crevices and chambers of her heart. She held back, and I felt I had a sole role in that demise.

We parted ways shortly afterwards, and each second felt like I was robbed of time to be with her, to see her beautiful face, to hear her gorgeous mind go round and round on subjects most mortals frowned about and just feel her aura next to mine. Anyway, no girl I’ve ever met; ever asked me about the theory of relativity! That one sealed the doubt on anything, I knew her smarts tickled me in a nice way, sapios yeah?!

I just hoped she could learn to see the enigma of flowers as I did. The way they are twee and fresh, only to cease to exist. To me that was life, that moment her and I shared in the then, was as such, like a flower. Its time quickly thawed off into oblivion.

34 Replies to “Flower hearts

  1. But my heart, what did you do to my heart Bimri? This is deep!
    I still choose to fall in love nonetheless, like Sally…

  2. Had to reread the piece over and over. What really gets me is the detail. You’re so specific about the experience I feel like I’m living it with you. Good job.

  3. I loooooove this, but hate that I relate to it πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚… This is an absolutely πŸ”₯ read… I was literally there with you in person (mentally) throughout… But while the whole read was absolutely amazing.

    “I just hoped she would learn to see the enigma of flowers as I did. The way they are twee and fresh, only to cease to exit. To me that was life, that moment her and I shared in the then, was as such, like a flower. Its time quickly thawed off into oblivion.”

    πŸ‘†πŸ½πŸ‘†πŸ½πŸ‘†πŸ½… That !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That was simply the soul of this piece!

    • 😌 What a detailed description of your experience with this piece. Venye umelichambua inanifanya nihisi kuwa hili toleo ni la fasihi πŸ˜œπŸ™ŒπŸ˜€. Thanks much Kemunto. (Pardon my swahili, sometimes it’s bad, other times, it’s worse! πŸ˜‚)

      And I concur, that last paragraph was my crowning πŸ‘‘ jewel to this piece. Only you could detect that 🎊. It shows how intensely you take these reads of mine. So thank you πŸ˜˜πŸ™ŒπŸ˜‰.

  4. When it’s a bimri write it’s a must read, always anxious to read your writings n get to know what are we unveiling and you don’t dissapoint. Waiting for my next read.

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