Life is like that
I am at Bongobiri. I am seated beside a young lady. She’s is one of those pint-sized bubbly souls I think. She’s got a stud in her nose and a few rings on some fingers. She’s got a notebook with her. I think she’s got a poem in there. She’s probably going to go up to the mic at some point to recite it.
I couldn’t help glancing over at the face of her phone as she typed away steadily:
“I love u”
“But I just love you so much”
I look away. The exchange continues. Faster. Her expression began to change little by little.
Then she starts to cry.
She gets up and walks out.