I’m not a big fan of sulking just because something bad happened to you.
Losing your virginity in one night of weakness is not really the kind of thing a girl like me would call “Just something”, but guess what? It was unintentional. It wasn’t planned. I never wanted for that to happen, talk less of planned for it to happen. I actually planned otherwise but God knowns, emotions are our worst enemies.
I was in love. I was so in love. We were hot. We were alone. And there was no one to stop us.
I was heartbroken and torn inside, but I was though too and I wasn’t going to sit on my butt and sulk. Instead, I would get the fuck up, probably ask for God to forgive me till the last of my days, I would never, I repeat never stay in a locked room with Khalifa again. Girl, that guy was the devil in human flesh.
Since he took my virginity, in had no option but to stick with him and hopefully one day, he’d crown my finger with a ring. I told you I’m not a bitch. Yea, I would totally do that, but I need a week. Just a week to sulk it out
After that week, I started to live like things were normal again. I apologized for being a dick to Khalifa and he forgave me. To him anyone, things were back to normal but to me, they could never be again.
The head I once held high now hung low, and if anyone was curious enough, they’d notice that dark him of sadness In me.
Even after I mended things with Khalifa, things just didn’t go back to normal again, but I could manage.
And I managed pretty well till Khalifa destroyed whatever little happiness I had left.