Memories still fresh in my mind as if all this happened just a while ago.
I beat myself up every time, I think about it.

Like, why didn’t I see the signs earlier, why didn’t I read in between the lines, why did I let myself get fooled by that first kiss? (there was some thrill down my spine the moment our lips locked, as he held my back with his right hand whereas his left hand held me gently, pulling me closer to his body, this was spontaneous, it was really good – probably because I had been single for some time and just from a heartbreak.)

We had long conversations filled with laughter (use the laughter emoji), plans that never happened. It was all for documentation purposes on our phones – talking and planning things that only happened in our thoughts but not in reality.

I remember our first conversation peaked off with just a mere tease from the inbox, long chats from childhood memories, current situations to random thoughts. The conversation then moved to texts after exchange of numbers which to be honest wasn’t the plan. In my mind the plan was just to tease on the Facebook inbox have a conversation and end it at that.

Long nights of chatting, trolling each other with memes – good troll. If at all there’s something like that. Exchange of snaps – selfies mostly, and what we were up-to at that particular moment! No nudes were exchanged. And I repeat no nudes were exchanged!

We had a cat and mouse game on our social media platforms – it’s like we had a deal on if you like my post, I like yours too or either of us liking the others post to acknowledge that, “hey, you know I’m here. You know I saw this, yeah? I gotcha boo.”

But months down the line that has changed. We don’t like each other’s posts, neither can we hold a conversation for long. What transpired? That still remains a mystery.