The next morning, you don't get a text from him, you wonder if you ever did him any wrong and keep on beating yourself for days and weeks.
The next morning, you don't get a text from him. You start thinking, maybe you wasn't good enough, maybe you have a small booty, maybe you are not hilarious enough and your jokes just annoys him.
The next morning, you don't get a text from him, when you wake up to check your phone, maybe thinking he must have left you a text before he slept only to wake up to a good morning and daily schedules from google assistant.
The next morning, you don't get a text from him, you wake up contemplating whether you should carry your phone to the kitchen as you make breakfast and at long last you settle on leaving it in bed. You move to the kitchen, then from a distance you hear your phone buzzing, thinks whether you should go check it because maybe, maybe he sent you a text, then you decide to go only to be greeted by the annoying Safaricom messages. What a disappointment?
The next morning, you don't get a text from him. You are almost heading to work, you feel so hurt that you think of leaving your phone at home and not carrying it to work, then you remember the days the phone was a part of you that the moment you stared at you phone, its him you saw. What is life again?
The next morning, you don't get a text from him, you ask yourself if maybe you probed him with lots of questions and he felt interrogated and you are now feeling all guilty for asking him question he never even answered.
The next morning, you don't get a text from him. Maybe he is trynna be a gentle man and gentlemen always play cool for the women they love/like, so you decide not to call him or rather text him. Because, recently, you came across this quote that says "what's meant to be will be"
But sis, ain't you hurting?
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The next morning, you don't get a text from him. You take a chill, you trynna be a hardcore because the little feminist in you can't look desperate for a mans but deep down, deep down sis.
The next morning, you don't get a text from him. You text your friend, the one who is a non empath but pretends to be empathetic. You are all over her, almost leaning on your phone because you are helpless but, your phone won't give you a shoulder to lean on so you end up crying the whole morning.
The next morning, you don't get a text from him. You ain't picking up other calls and responding to other messages because, he that cheers you , haven't sent a text.
The next morning, you don't get a text from him. You've frowned the whole day. Now you get back to your dull house. It can't greet you warmly because its as dull as whoever stays in it. So you heads to the wall mirror and look at it as it stares back at you. Ooh poor little good feminist!
The next morning, you don't get a text from him. You can't sleep. You've been staring at the damn ceiling bored. Sadness written all over your face and your heart hurts, vigorously beating.
The next morning, you don't get a text from him, you day is already ruined. There is no way you can collect yourself up and do things that you did before you met him.
The next morning you don't get a text from him, you are now contemplating suicide. You want to die, life finally has no meaning, you can't think of your Mum who tries to check up on you almost daily but you've been ignoring her calls, you can't think of the pain your siblings will have because they've lost you.
The next morning you don't get a call from him, you are getting depressed, you can't get out of your bed, you can't open your bedroom windows because also its a weekend and there is nothing pushing you out of your bed like work does during the week. So you lay there, sad.
The next morning you don't get a text from him, there is nothing you can do, but weed seems like a real deal, weed can be better than alcohol. You managed to drag your body out of your bed to the couch and lit up that, which is your little god.
What a trashy life!
The next morning you don't get a text from him, ooh Jesus fucking Christ! The devil is a Lier! What blinded you? Just the other day, he mentioned it to you but you couldn't take it! The red cards you ignore because, this single day he thinks of you, you are tip toeing, almost flying in the air. But still he won't text you as your heart desires!
The next morning you don't get a text from him, you ain't doing your normal self care routine because him that appreciates your beauty has not left a message because maybe, maybe he is still learning "how to text an intelligent woman", an intelligent woman who is dying and has been trying to remind herself of how to take good care of herself but she can't!
The next morning you don't get a text from him, you've cancelled all your fun time weekend plans with your friends, life is not life without a text from him, life has never been! So you stay home cursing his ass, while your friends are having great fun in your absence.
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The next morning you don't get a text from him, its the famous love month and everyone around seems to be in love, while you, your ancestors have denied you happiness. You can't fall in love and be happy, not a fucking one full month, so you decide to hell with love! I'm strong enough, I can manage the single life. You are an independent woman.
The next morning, yes the next morning, you wake up to clean up, you can't stop living because of a man. You choose your favorite play list to keep you company and you clean the mess you've stayed in for weeks! Life seems good suddenly, there is some brightness in your house, you feel some life around. You've thought of your guitar, you want to play a tune a colleague was listening to on Friday, when you was at work, just before you left for home. You feel happy, you want to make it up to your family, call your Mum, and say sorry because you feel stupid! But you still don't know how to do it.
Finally you gather the courage, and on unlocking your phone....
Did love just come your way, two missed calls and a text from him
The next morning you get a text from him, you've forgotten the days you was not eating because he, had not sent a text. But they said, the bad always outweighs the good but when it comes to the matters of the heart, here, the good outweighed the bad.
So you call your Mum, and make it up to her, she's happy because finally her daughter whose kept her worried called and you are both smiling.
Then you get back to him, and once again, happiness knocked at your doorstep!
