Your Black Is BEAUTIFUL

Part 2《3 》distance

" Where there is love, distance doesn't matter "
Mata Amritanadamayi

It's been two years since I last saw her. She doesn't pick up her phone or reply to my text messages. Right now I'm supposed to be at the hospital but, these 2 years I can't even put a smile on my face, I had no reason to, she's gone!

My life is incomplete. My black beauty has left me , I'm shattered , heartbroken , I should have told her how I feel ...

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I'm on my way to the garden it's my only comfort these days. I walk through the tiny silver gate and as I walk down the stone path with my face looking straight at the old broken shoes I have on, I begin hearing laughter. I wonder who else could be here besides ... it can't be !

" Uthando , is that really you ? "

I ask surprisingly and in complete shock, as I notice her seated on the wooden bench with some other guy.

" Logan ! ? "

she begins in a shocking voice as if she has forgotten I exist.

" Hi, this is. "

she says and the guy next to her stands.

" This is Mike, my boyfriend. "

Mike smiles and holds out his hand, but I ignore him. I don't say anything, I just walk away but before I take my next step she holds my hand pulling me back.

" Logan, we really need to talk. "

She tells me, looking so sorry. It's nice to hear her voice, but I can't stand it, it hurts to think that she left me miserable and has the audacity to return like this!

" There's nothing to talk about. Just run off and forget that I exist and that I was ever a part of your life. "

I say angrily and walk away as something unusual happens, I realize that I'm crying !!

" Logan wait! "

I hear her shout. But its too late the past is in the past.

It's been 2 weeks since she moved back to South Africa, but I doubt she's here to stay.

" Knock knock "

she says as she slides my door open and walks in. I know it's her because she's the only one who never actually knocked or waited for me to open the door.

" Wow, this place looks better than I remember. "

She says walking through the tiny corridor and into the living room where she finds me seated on her favorite chair, she whines and swings her hands up and down, folding them. She once told me that she'd leave home just to come to sit on this chair, I too find comfort on this chair, it is comfortable and was made of a soft royal blue type of material ( her favorite color ). Now that I'm sitting on it She must be sad . She looks amazing and all her hair grew, is twice as long as it was before.

" what do you want, you came to hurt me even more, aren't you satisfied with the damage you've already cost? "

" Logan please can we have a simple conversation, this is really important. "