When I first met Luke, he'd just gotten into trouble. I'd been driving with Aunty Maggie when she'd gotten the call. I can't remember exactly what had happened that specific time but I know it involved the police.
She never even introduced us, we just saw each other for a few seconds before she decided she didn't want me there and took me home.
Aunty Maggie wanted to completely separate that life from me and I guess I know why. Besides the fact that I've always had an addictive personality to all things destructive, I knew she didn't want him badly influencing me. So that evening she'd taken me home after finding out what was happening, then she went right back after she'd dropped me off.
After that, I'd met him a few more times at random. A lot of the time he'd done som
"Have you spoken to him?""He doesn't really give me much of a choice." I say coincidentally locking my phone when I see him calling again."And he's still my fiancé." I don't have a choice but to answer his calls."Is it still the thing with his father?""No. Fuck his father. It's just that..."He doesn't want kids."It's nothing."I'm ashamed to tell her. It's embarrassing.The topic about kids is one you have before you even start dating, not after you've gotten engaged. But Jake and I'
I was never much into planning out my wedding when I was growing up. All I knew was that I wanted to get married, and that was about it. I never planned out the kind of wedding dress I'd be wearing, or what kind of wedding I'd want. I also never imagined the kind of proposal I'd want. But never in a million years would I have thought I'd want to marry someone who'd proposed to me the way that Jake did.It was... un-special.Of course I'd thought he was joking so I'd laughed. He'd laughed with me too.We'd then sat in a comfortable silence for a while before,"Seriously though. Will you marry me Mia?" His eyes held a softness in them I'd never seen before on him. It was like he was looking right into my soul. So with
From the moment he stopped the lift for me, my heart chose him without my knowledge.He's probably the most annoying, most selfish person I've ever met. But of all my days of loving - Lord knows I've loved, it's never felt this way before. Not with Tristan, not with Luke. Not with anyone.I've read stories and watched movies about how perfect that moment you meethimis supposed to be. I've always imagined how magical the moment would be for me too, because well, that's the picture that's always been painted. How you'll know when he's the one by how perfect the moment will be.My first experience withhimwas the complete opposite of that. On the first day I met him, he spilled a very hot, hot chocolate on my chest. He also got me in
"Who else is coming?""Maybe a few other people. I don't remember.""Grandma!""Mia, my memory isn't what it used to be."I absolutely hate birthday parties. I hate it even more when it's mine. I always preferred spending the day with Tristan just watching movies and doing absolutely nothing special. Mom and dad knew that and they'd respected it, Aunty Maggie did too.But my stubborn grandma just won't let up.She claims it's because she's never celebrated the day with me. My one birthday wish when I was growing up was always to not see my grandparents. Of course it was granted. It was the one day I wouldn
"You're a difficult person to talk to." It literally feels like I'm talking to a wall."Mia you talk too much." He says not even bothering to look up from his laptop.I don't know what to do."It can't be true though right?"He did say Meghan accused him of being in love with me, we laughed about that. Right? There's no way it's true."I mean I guess he's been acting weird lately, but that doesn't necessarily mean he's in love with me now, does it?" I continue to speak alone as my dear friend continues to ignore me.I haven't been able to sleep since my session with Meg earlier today. It's now past midnigh
"R200 000 for a bag?!"Does it carry itself around?"Yup. And that's the cheapest we've got."Even the lady who works here thinks that's ridiculous, you can see it in her eyes."Mam, Birkin bags are incredibly unique." The manager explains to me. Clearly that's something she tells people on a daily.They wouldn't even let me in the shop until I told them who my grandmother was. Apparently only certain people can have the luxury of being sold this incredibly expensive piece of garbage. I am shocked that this is the world we live in.I don't care how rich I am, I'm not getting myself a bag that's anything over a R1000. But this is not for me so,