the pain of a broken heart

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 The pain of a broken heart

She always made me feel like a prince. Telling me a lot of stories that drove high my olfactory love for her. She made me believe she was always going to be there for me. The let gone pain is rolled into a burst again if I should remember all the best moment shared while growing up. Instances like walking home together, cracking jokes into the fathom of our joy
            Mommy was not really encouraging it, to see me happy was an epitome of development to her. Long vacations were spent together at her place or my place. The rise of the emotion broke into pieces when what was not expected happened. All this while being spent together in its vision blurred conduct. She was having a radial affair with my own biological brother. I called and told her I could not make it to her place because I was going to visit my uncle in town. She caused me to believe she was angry at me when she asked when I will be back. I told her maybe late in the evening. But we will get in touch. I left home at nine thirty am, mommy in the house forgetting to go along with my charger, I left home. When I got to my uncle’s place at twelve pm, I was told he had traveled that morning. Unfortunately, my phone was also off. The final decision was to route back home. When I got to my house, I noticed something wasn’t okay with my brother, because when I was leaving he was busily playing his PS 3. He can play for the whole day, but on this day he turned everything off and left the entrance door opened. Startled as I was I left to the kitchen to drink some water. When I got to the kitchen the stove was on with nobody there. Quietly I turned it off and drunk my water. Heading back to the living room I saw something that got me speechless. Her favorite low heel sandals were by the sofa. The heart would not even wait for me to think. It started pumping blood into all my arteries. I decided to tip-toe to the top and into my brother’s room. On getting there, I laid eyes on something so mentally scarring that it took me three days to fully recover. My brother forgot also to lock his door. I saw the girl I gave all my being to. With no one else but my own brother, stuck naked and through emotional convergence and binding. Did not realist I was standing there. In the dream of unconsciousness, I had wanted to kill them both. Out of the pain of broken heart, I threw the pomade container at the mirror on the wardrobe causing it to break. Daddy came in to shout me out of bed, before I realized, it was all a dream. But still I’m being careful who to trust and whom not to trust. Just be careful with your friends. 
By; Nana Baidoo

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