𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚛 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙼𝚎❤️

  ​ I told him he would fall in love with me. Maybe not all at once  Boys like him rarely pour all at once  but in fragments. In small, quiet pieces he wouldn’t even notice. Subtle shifts that don’t prick conscience until one random day you sit up and realize you’ve been swallowed whole. I told him. And tonight, I’m telling you. It happened on the night of May 4th. The day we met. It had poured rain all morning the sound of it trembling against my window like someone begging me to stay asleep. I had already decided it would be a bed-buried, blanket-wrapped, zoned-out kind of day. Just me, my sheets, and one of those worn, underlined African literatures that pretend to be books but actually hold your soul. But you see fate and Clara don’t hear  no . She barged into my room at sundown, the way she always does as if editing my life without permission. She had walked in with flailing arms, her phone dancing in her hand, squealing that her long-distance boyfriend was in t...