I know I hated you when I was a kid but I beg now – please come to bed with me!
We have had a very controversial relationship since the beginning of time (okay, my childhood). You were my worst enemy when I was younger. But you were the epitome of boredom and the height of dull. So you can’t really blame me for hating you.
As I look back, I can nostalgically remember all those nights mom begged and pleaded me to sleep. Oh, the tricks she tried! She would innocently start with giving me a glass of warm milk with a pinch of turmeric in it because according to our grandma the great, this was the no-fail recipe to put hooligans like me to bed. Of course, it wouldn’t work. So she would try scaring me to sleep *wipes away a tear of laughter*. She would tell me the night-monster would take me away in his gunny sack if I didn’t sleep. She really thought that would work! But why would I sleep? Why would I want to waste so much time not being in school and yet not playing?
No matter how hard I try, I can never get enough of you.
But recently, things have changed. I’ve become this busy person who barely has time to eat, let alone socialize. I’ve gone from drinking chocolate milkshake to strong black coffee. Basically, I’ve grown up. And our relationship has taken the biggest hit. Suddenly, my love for you has become so eternal even Romeo and Juliet would come to me for tips. No matter how hard I try, I can never get enough of you.
But the arrogant b**ch that you are, it seems you’re taking your sweet revenge. You’ve absolutely abandoned me. It’s like my crush reading my messages and leaving me ‘blue-ticked’. I know they call it sweet but this revenge is the worst kind. If you don’t believe me, ask my dark circles.
I now understand the meaning of all those poems about one-sided love.
You’ve abandoned me to the point where I lay in bed for hours at a stretch just staring at the ceiling. No amount of counting sheep, pretention of sleep, reading or warm milk can make you come back to me. I now understand the meaning of all those poems about one-sided love.
Basically, I just want to say that I know we had problems before but I’ve had my share of repentance. I cannot bear this torture anymore. So, please, will you come back to bed with me? I promise I’ll cuddle after!
Author: Zainab Haji