Melusi



With just one week left of our honeymoon, Melokuhle and I savored the remaining blissful moments. I wished time could stretch indefinitely, allowing us to stay in this perfect escape forever. Although a month-long vacation would have been ideal, we had to face the realities of our lives.

During these past few days, Melokuhle had become my safe place, a sanctuary where thoughts of Zandile gradually faded into the background. She no longer haunted my every thought, and being with Melokuhle made me realize how much I wanted to hold on to her.

But a hint of guilt lingered within me, reminding me that I had turned to Melokuhle to escape from thoughts of another woman. It troubled me to think that I might have used my wife as a means to heal my broken heart.

I observed Melokuhle as she laughed, her joy filling the air as she shared a story with me. Her beauty radiated, captivating me just as it had from the very first moment I saw her. Her smile held a strong grip on my heart, a constant reminder of how irreplaceable she was in my life.

Melokuhle was completely different from Zandile, and that’s what drew me to her. Her uniqueness, her unwavering spirit, set her apart in a world that often valued conformity.

When her eyes met mine, filled with an adoration she reserved only for me, I felt overwhelmed by the depth of her love. She embodied everything I had ever longed for – intelligence, beauty, and a strong determination to speak her mind. And most importantly, she challenged me in ways that pushed me to grow and become a better person.

Now, as my wife, I was determined to protect our relationship, to cherish and nurture it. I refused to let any misstep destroy the fragile beginnings of what promised to be an extraordinary bond.