She didn’t know what to say. Keith was her only love, but what if he left her again. This was a no-go area. She could get obsessed again and it didn’t give her any peace. She thought hard about it and knew the past would always be the past. Nothing comes from the past.
“Sorry, I already moved on.’ She pulled her hand back and walked away.
She smiled at her courage to do so: it was time to move on and she was glad to. Keith watched her walk away, feeling like a loser.
“Noni, how are you today?” Mrs Sakala asked, pouring water into a cup.
Noni smiled and sat upright. Mrs Sakala handed her the cup of water.
“I am doing OK.” She sipped the water slowly.
“I’m glad to hear that. Now tell me what has been happening? Remember to feel free,” she said, gently.
Noni took a deep breath and opened her eyes a little wide.
“I finally let him go and I feel free,” she breathed.
Mrs Sakala smiled and stood up.
“You took my advice, I am happy that you feel free.”
“My obsession with Keith put me in prison.” Noni stared at the therapist.
“That’s good, keep on telling me. What’s on your mind?”
“I burnt the book, it was sad though, I will never stop loving him but it’s time I—” she was interrupted.
“Do you know what made you obsessed with him? There is nothing good that comes with that.” Mrs Sakala sat on her chair.
“Yes, I know, I was just blind in love. He didn’t want me and guess I thought he wanted another chance.”
“What makes you say that?” Mrs Sakala asked, concerned.
“He said he would make it up to me,” she replied with a wide smile.
“You want him back?”
Noni shook her head, “I told him I have moved on.”
“You did the right thing. A lion always makes sure it tricks you because in the end it will chow you. What if he just wanted to play you? You never know. Exes are not a priority because they are our past, our feet point forward because that is how we should move, not backwards. The past will make you hang in the past and have no direction. It’s time to allow other guys to make a move on you. Remember, you kiss a lot of frogs before you meet the one,” she said, softly.
Noni was very attentive and felt at ease that she was doing the right thing. “Thank you, Mrs Sakala, I have learnt a lot from you.” She stood up and walked to the door.
“One day you will be a good pyschologist,” Mrs Sakala said, waving at her.
Noni walked out with confidence and hope. As she walked to the hostel, looking at the ground with happiness, she bumped into a guy. She recognised him, but wasn’t sure where she knew him from.
His books fell to the ground and she picked them up. They bumped their heads and they laughed. Noni noticed it was the guy with whom she had danced the other night, but something was different about him. He looked cuter.
“It’s OK, I wasn’t looking. Gerald,” he provided his hand and she shook it. It was soft.
“Noni,” she smiled.
He was more handsome than Keith and something about his eyes made her drool.
“Nice meeting you.”
“Thank you,” she looked down again, shyly avoiding his eyes.
“Would you join me for lunch?” he asked, gently.
Her mind screamed to say yes, but she grinned and looked away.
“Please?” he begged. He looked like a kitten begging for milk.
“OK,” she finally agreed.
She couldn’t resist him and he opened his elbow, allowing her to hook her arm in his.
Baby don’t let me down
I need you to hold me
I need you beside me
Give me something good to feel
And make it real baby
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