If you could host a dinner and anyone you invite was sure to come, who would you invite?
In a drawing board, and a glitter man to sculpt my dinner plans .
I would not think or rethinking inviting my ex over for dinner. Not the ex I met in the last months of our break ups but the guy the holy spirit brought to me. As a gem 💎 and a light to my path.
It’s been months, thought I’d never write to you again. But here I am, saying hi. Those hi I can’t say in your face because of the anger that burns in me when I see you. Because of the unforgivness I haven’t groomed in me for you. I know one day, I’d smile and be thankful it all ended when it did and how it did.
I wish you come over for dinner, and look into my eyes after 6 years, and tell me those words you had to swallow in. Those feelings you had to hide for far too long. Those cravings you had to kill. Those limit you had to respect and most especially those lies you told to make me feel alone. I do miss you, I have always missed you, but soon I know it would be all worth it. I am waiting but not for you anymore. I’d wait for your lookalike to seat at dinner with me. TO THE GUY I LOVE THE MOST.
MEDMIMI 