Skip to main content

Wednesday

I can’t believe it’s Wednesday.

I stumbled on that list,
The one you made about Wednesday.

It made me pause because I realised just how symbolic Wednesdays have been for us.
Our friendship began on a Wednesday.
And here we are, almost a year later, still in this beautiful, unpredictable rhythm of ours.


It’s been almost a year of talking, teasing, silences, and surprises.
A year of the unexpected.
A year of hiding and revealing,
A year of almosts and maybes.


We learned how to write without saying too much,
How to stay when it was easier to retreat,
How to wait for what time needed.

When I think about how far we’ve come, 
I can’t help but smile.
I wasn’t even in that headspace a year ago.
Love wasn’t on my radar.
I was quiet, intentional, just minding my business.
And then there you were.


How time flies, and how these Wednesdays have shaped our friendship.


But let me tell you about one Wednesday in particular, the Wednesday I realised you might just have a thing for me.


You had about three weeks to prepare a story for me.
I remember that day so clearly.
With the famous shades
I was going to read to you, and I knew what that meant.
I don’t think you did, not fully.
You thought you were ready, but I knew you weren’t.


And as I read, your expression said it all.
The quiet sounds you made as I spoke
You tried to play it cool, but I saw right through you.


Then it was your turn to tell your story.
And honestly, it was the most painful five minutes of my life because I couldn’t understand a thing you said.
It was all over the place, and that’s when it hit me.
You were flustered. You were caught.


You’d just been exposed.


So here we are again, another Wednesday.
And today, I’m giving you a little task.


Every time you think of me today, 
I want you to put a dot in your notes.
Just a simple dot.
And at the end of the day, come back and tell me how many times you thought of me.


Now, I know you’ll probably downplay it.
You’ll laugh it off or say, “Not that many.”
But don’t you dare, because I’ll know.


And between us, I already have a feeling what that number might be.


Start counting, this is 1
I'll be doing the same
Just to see if we're still in sync

written by Abii

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Just to see You

This morning was chaos in the most ridiculous, beautiful way.

This is for you - Part 2

She’s weak in the knees She pauses 

Tired, stretched, challenged… but still here

The quote is in Yoruba-English.   Ayo: When people talk about resilience, they imagine it as this superhuman ability to never get tired, to keep going without breaking a sweat.