Her name is Palesa. Four years back we were totally in love or so I thought. Romeo and Juliet straight from South Africa.(Ha Ha ha) Everything was in position; a tangible asset I thought but it took just a split of a second for all that to end.

The romance, gifts, lovemaking, and sweet poems I wrote for her. All went into (six-nine, Thwazi The Toilet) Alright let me proceed – Palesa was secretly meeting with a very light-skinned boy who lived luxuriously. So comparison was in there. I professed pure love and pure feelings. Yes, I did spoil her. But in this situation, she felt like it wasn’t ENOUGH.

And their relationship took ten steps and died, She got the other one, and the next nothing really worked out. Then she abstained from relationships. Palesa is a spiritual person so I am. That’s not an excuse to be with Palesa. We are spiritually connected, fast forward >>>

I had my strings attached when she cut the invisible rope that connected us. I really could not withstand that but I stood my ground. I could not let go; even to this date 15h35_Wed, 27 July 2022 but as I am downpouring this I feel light weighted.

All I know is I have done what expertise insisted, deleted our photos together, blocked her on all media platforms and all shit but I still managed to find her Facebook account and I am still stalking her to this date but READERS, I am letting GO. The pep talk and texts I keep sending her must stop now at 15h43! She replied to my recent text with annoyance.

A few days ago I wished her the (Happiest birthday) but all she could respond with is a lame “thankyou” it came to my realization that I was just wasting my fruitful time on meaningless things and this obsession must cascade through burning irons so it could not exist evermore.

Thank You, READERS. My gorgeous people