Booty Call Marriage

Dear Lord, I have like a so many questions right now running down my mind. Did I com to suffer in this world? Am I th source of jokes for you? Some of the very many questions. We all have that one ex we always thought would comeback. I wonder how many times I have been a frog in all my relations? Questions we all run away from cause probably we know the truth. She was one lady that was the hardest to date but the best to love, Joyce. In all liqour, there stands a fine wine. She was all the best grapes picked from the best trees. 

Love where it was not supposed to happen, happened. If you've been with me since day one you must know Jane. If you haven't, Jane is my friend who wanted to commit suicide aftershe gave birth & was left by the baby daddy. Me & Jane, have an unspoken understanding. I can't hit on her & she can never fall for me. Talk of deep friendzone. Joyce was not supposed to be so. I was ready to share my care with two ladies beside me.
Joyce was not a relation material at that moment, while neither was I. "Love is overrated so much. You we are happy, tomorrow we are arguing. Love is not supposed to have flaws & since I have not met any couple who never argue, then I'll keep on believing Love is just an overrated emotion", words from the famous Joyce. & the conversation began there. We ended up having a conversation that ended from the club to my house.
Something that was supposed to be a one night stand ended up to be almost a daily activity. She was my booty call girl & I was her booty call guy. We were both in the believe that love is a poisonous elixir that once you have a taste of it you get addicted & there is no coming out of it. This was the biggest similarity we both had despite our various differences like Joyce was a lightk skinned african lady while I was dark skinned dude. Joyce was an out going alcoholic lady while I was an indoor guy. Joyce was an OCD lady, while I waz the typical average dude. Whenever I had to go out, Joyce was the name to dial & when the status quo changed I was the guy she dialed.

Having to call each other as plus one for occasions was the first mistake we did. This lead to me calling her one day for lunch. In our minds it was not a date, bt it was everything that defined a date, you feel me? Lunch after lunch, & less of booty calls. I crossed the line when one day I kissed her after a lunch. Expecting a slap for my actions, she pulled back stared at me. With every nerve on my body expecting painful contact, the opposite happened. She pulled back in & kissed me deep. Booty girl turned to girlfriend.
Mistake after mistake we commited to it, well... not so much coz we ended parting ways with Joyce years later. We overdosed on the elixir. Our separation was our potion of healing, our antidote.
For one party the antidote worked, for another the addiction was too much to control. After our break up, we ended up talking less until we cut off the communication. For some reason, I still had her number but I couldn't delete it, & so did she. Probably i always believed she would comeback. A wedding invitation from Joyce was clear that was not happening. Joyce getting married was a thought I had to convince my mind. The same Joyce that never believed in love? Getting married? For some reason I attended the wedding. Beautiful Joyce, had her gown on her. Evidence after evidence that she was not coming back.

Do you Joyce take this man to be your lovely wedded husband, in terms of sickness & in health, in richness & poverty...

Yes, I do.

The pain of her acceptance voice hit me hard. Case lost. She was really in love with this guy. Never took Joyce for a wife. Years that I never thought would come were here. "This guy is not as handsome as I am, & he is short than me", convinces my mind produced to cover my hurt heart. I needed a clear evidence she was not coming back from her marriage. I finally let her go.

Joyce is a wife now, me, still having booty call girls for the weekend. Maybe bootycalls is also a poisonous elixir of it's own kind.

It wouldn't hurt to share...