Last updated on October 17th, 2025 at 02:33 pm
I can’t believe it, but Angela and me have been chatting nonstop for the past two days. Well, not nonstop literally, we have to sleep and work, but you get it. There’s been an extra spring in my step and a permanent smile on my face. I wish I could help it but I can’t. I really don’t even want to help it; it feels good. Too good. We’ve not even chatted about the picture she posted, which was why I sent her a message. I forgot how easy it is with her. We used to talk and chat all day during our internship. This was about seven years ago.
I have also missed my chance to ask about the little boy in the picture that she posted but that’s okay because it might have been rude to ask about the boy when we hadn’t spoken in about five years. Now, we can build up a little space for us to be able to talk about such things. I’m very sure that there’s more to it, though, and something tells me that the kid is Angie’s. That’s the only explanation for her ghosting me, even though we weren’t dating.
I’m relishing the pleasure of talking to her too much to consider how I feel. First, about Angie having a son and secondly, the implication—she is married. One worries me than the other though. For now, I celebrate the return of an old friend. In the coming days, I find myself posting more of my gym pictures on my WhatsApp status. On my IG page which is strictly business, I sometimes post personal things like my fitness and diet, especially in my stories. A few of my followers seem to like it and get inspired and I’ve had to save it under two highlights: strengthening and fueling.
All this to say that, I rarely post my Instagram content on my WhatsApp but I’ve been keeping the better pictures for the latter, lately. It’s a bit immature but I have an audience and her comments, even though they are only bants, have given me the nod to continue it. This might end very badly for me. I mean it once did. She had a man in her life and she chose him. It’s possible that she still has this man in her life. But what if, just what if she doesn’t? A thrill of excitement goes through me as I allow the thought to sink in. Oddly, I haven’t considered her having a child as a problem. I’ve never quite considered kids and being a father but I’d be lying if I said that I haven’t slept with the thoughts of what it might be like to have my person.
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Can I ask a question? I type and hit enter.
Sure, shoot. What’s up? A
Actually, it’s more than one question.
Hmm, okay. Shoot. A
Are you married? Or in a committed relationship? Or remotely taken?
No to all questions. Why did you ask? A
I read her response and do a little dance. We’re both supposed to be working and I am working, editing some videos for some brand collaborations, but chatting with Angela makes the work more fun.
Nothing. Was just curious. I answer her. One of my intentions for this year is to be more in touch with my emotions and I’ve been working at it. After sitting with myself, I’ve concluded that I want my person. I feel equipped, not to say that I’m perfect, though, to be that person for my person. I want all the love, the support, the fun, the bants, the push. I want it all, not just to receive but to give. I know relationships are not as easy as a piece of cake but I believe that I’m able to have something that’s tailored to my person and my uniqueness. This sudden confidence is astonishing, considering that I’ve not had a successful relationship before.
Okay, is that all? A
No, not really. One more. I type and send. For the second time, I’m moving for Angela. The first time, I couldn’t have been right for her, but now, I’m quite sure. There’s no rush, though. I’d rather take my time, but we have to be very clear with each other.
