Hey guys,

Welcome to Throwback Thursdays.

It’s been ages since I last put up something on the blog.

Law School is one demanding place.

Personally, I am very fascinated with damaged things or “damaged people.” Maybe, it’s because of their strength in surviving that which was meant to break them.

On this note, enjoy today’s post.



(n) (v.phr) “to repair with gold”

[The Japanese art of repairing broken pottery with gold, silver or lacquer & understanding that the piece is more beautiful for having been broken]

I loved you.

Now, I despise you

I felt it all with you

The very frequent knots in my stomach. Butterflies, the experts called it. The sweaty palms, the stutter in my speech and the continuous feeling I was on cloud nine.

You were beyond perfect. My every desire and even much more. That Saturday evening we had met under cloudy and bleak skies. You rescued me from the rains and then I was overjoyed to have found my own “Prince Charming.”

Oh! how I loved the way you doted and tended to my every need. The treats, surprises and gifts. You never took for granted the little things. No wonder my heart always did a funny dance for you.

The proper gentleman, you never pushed. It was always about me. You didn’t linger after hugs neither did you expect to be invited in or shamelessly caress my fingers whilst licking your lips.

I was certain you were a keeper

Dinner at your place sounded surreal and I was elated to be welcomed Into your personal space. I couldn’t decide between all ten outfits but finally I put on the short peach flowery dress.

Dinner was lovely, I never believed lobster could taste so delicious.!Then you took me in your arms and all my problems faded away. Slowly, gently, our lips collided and I felt a hurricane of emotions. My heart thumped faster and I could feel blood rushing to my chest.

You proceeded to my thighs slowly caressing, gently lifting up my dress. In sudden outburst, I felt you rip my panties. I felt myself being lifted & thrown on the rugged floor.

My legs were jerked wide open

I was suddenly frightened and I tried to retreat but it was in futility. Nobody could hear my muffled screams. I kept tugging and kicking hoping to somehow hit you where it would most definitely hurt.

I dug skin deep into your flesh but all I could hear was your laughter. You hovered above me slowly inhaling my every scent. You nibbled at my ear lobes giving sharp bites at intervals.

I felt like the chicken on my family’s Christmas table. You proceeded to tie my hands to the Centre table not forgetting to cover my mouth as well.

Then you plunged the first time and I cried out in excruciating pain. You moved in and out again several times, tightening your grip around my neck with each thrust. My legs were shaking and I cried uncontrollably.

For that period, I believed time stood still.

With each thrust, I lost a part of me.

And then the nightmare finally came to an end.

You got up and simply walked out.

There I lay, violated

My pretty little dress wasn’t so pretty anymore but was soaked with the proof of my innocence.

There I was struggling to deal with my emotions.

I trusted you but you robbed me instead.

You took from me that which was mine to give.

And I was left broken.

It doesn’t haunt me as much but one thing remains unchanged;

I loved you. Now, I despise you

They say you always remember your first, I’m damn certain I would.



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