In December that year I went to the Transkie. On the way I decided that this trip represented the end of my old life and a start of a new one. I had to change. I didn’t want to sleep around anymore, it wasn’t good for me. I could get Aids or worse get pregnant and don’t even know who the father is.
I decided to break up with all my booty calls. No more emotional cheating. But I didn’t break up with one guy, Jongi. We used to go to high school together and I always had a crush on him. Jongi said that he loved me and after Aya, I believed him.
He was the one.
Eventually I broke up with Aya. I made up a lame excuse because I couldn’t bring myself to tell him the truth. I was glad he was in Cape Town so I wouldn’t see him hurt. My guilt didn’t last and I was so relieved.
But things between me and Jongi didn’t work out. And we ended it shortly after it had begun.
Well I got a new man now. I’m happy, he’s happy. He doesn’t drink or smoke, he hates hair, his not overweight, he’s still at school and he has a car.
Physically he is not like Aya but he looks at me the way Aya used to. He loves me and that’s what really matters.
He didn’t get me anything for Valentine’s Day. No poems, no SMS’s, no nothing. But who cares? We spent the day together and that is also what really matters.
I’m glad I was given a second chance in love. This time I’ll really make it work.
No more cheating, no more lies.
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