Zama's POV
"Baby hurry up!"
I've said this 3 times in the past 10 minutes. I'm taking Zimele out for a weekend away since it's already summer break. We only have this weekend and next week to stay in our love bubble because the second week, which is the last week for summer break, we decided we will both be catching up on some studying.
I thought Hannah took longer to get ready but my girlfriend has proven that wrong. I mean I'm not surprised, she always looks dapper but we have a reservation to catch. If we get to the lodge a minute later, they might give our room to someone else and i can not have that. I want to enjoy this weekend with my girlfriend, just having some peace and quiet and maybe a cruise later on.
"Baby!"
I heard a huff from the room. I stood up from the chair near her study table and made my way into her bedroom. Clothes were sprawled out all over the floor. It looked like a tornado had hit her bedroom and turned it upside down. I was surprised to say the least because when i got here 30 minutes ago, she was almost ready and her room definitely was not in this state. My girlfriend was noticeably frustrated. She was already dressed, black shorts and a loose t shirt with a graphic print on it but she had no shoes on. I went over to my distraught girlfriend who was sitting on the floor with her hands covering her beautiful face.
"What's wrong my love?"
She was not telling me anything. I checked my watch, well at least we still had about 3 hours before our reservation.
"Baby?"
She was not budging. Her hands were still on her face but i did not miss her jaw clenching. She seemed like she was about to cry or she was mad about something. I crouched down to her leve and I put my hand on her right bicep, rubbing on it.
"MaBiyela?"
That seemed to make her budge a bit. Her hands moved from over her face and i could visibly see her streaks of tears down her cheeks. It seemed like she had been crying for a couple of minutes. How did i not notice? I'm a bad girlfriend for sure
"Awww my love, I'm so sorry, i didn't mean to yell at you to hurry up. I just wanted us to leave soon so we can get to the lodge early"
I felt her warm but strong hands on mine. She was looking straight at me now.
"No babygirl, i wasn't crying about that. I just..."
"What's wrong MaBiyela?"
I reached out to wipe her tears. She smiled and i mirrored her action. Her grey eyes were puffy a little. I did not love seeing her like that. Rubbing her cheek was my way of coaxing her to keep going because she was about to tell me what was wrong.
"It's just that i don't know if I'll be a good girlfriend to you. I'm not exactly your average girl and i know that is a lot to deal with, even for me. I've always questioned myself in relationships and i don't want to be hurt or to hurt you in any way, shape or form. I don't want you investing yourself so much if you don't feel the same way about me. And i would not want to waste your time if you don't see me in your near future or even the further future."
"Well, how do you feel about me?"
She released a huge sigh, looking away for a second and then looking back at me. Without missing a beat:
" I have the cliche love for you. But i know we won't be perfect always because we're human and to error is human. I love you more than i love myself and i don't know if that is healthy or not. I would do anything to see you smile. I don't want to give you excuses and make it seem as if i won't make mistakes. But i would never, ever do anything that will put our relationship at risk or you at risk. I want to love you until the end of time. I know it may be a bit too early to be saying this but i do wish to spend the rest of my lifetime with you. Regardless of what people may say. I don't care about others, as long as you're okay and happy with me then i also am."
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Memorable Nights
RomanceFollow Zimele and Zama as they maneuver their romance through a world that prefers to see things as black and white. This is a romance book centered two masculine presenting African women. No hate will be tolerated. Do not report my book. All that i...