Other things

Entry #002

 Okay, I'll admit it... I'm scared

 I'm scared that all we have will end, 

 

that it's just physical. 

 

 I'm scared that you'll figure out all my baggage and leave

 

 I'm scared you'll find out I'm an impostor of happiness, 

 I am sad most times and I'm scared you'll see through my near perfect mimick.

 

 I am terrified of the thought of losing this.

 

But I want more, 

More than just your best shot

More than obligatory kisses and small talk phone calls.

I want more than scheduled date nights and you signing me as your next of kin.

I want more than just half hearted breakfasts and frozen dinners.

Entry #001.

23/Sept/2016.
[I was doing stories based on writing prompts I found online, and this one asked me: If the mirror could speak, what would it tell you?]

Mirror mirror.
Hey there solider, You see right now with your bright wide eyes and hint of a smile? You look amazing. It doesn't matter that your pajamas are the kind we don't show anyone else or that you don't/won't agree with all I'm saying right now. I watch you come and go through here only merely recognising what you're worth or seeing and ignoring it.
You aren't meant to be ignored. Not now, or ever. While I'm still on a roll, I hope you know that it's okay to let things get to you. It proves you're still human. And human is all you are. No offence. You are allowed a few mistakes. In fact it's guaranteed. But that doesn't mean you're any less or more a person. God's child. You used to have this spark in your eye, believing you could be anything and knowing you were going to be everything. What happened to that girl? One who would look at me with challenge written all over her face.
The opposite of love is indifference. Don't be indifferent. Love, even if you can't quite grasp the word, love with all you have.
Love those that matter and try to love those that don't. Smile more. Your voice quavers but I think it's the voice of a champ. The voice of one who's not sharing even a morsel of what's in them.
The voice that holds too much yet thinks to little of itself.
In you is the potential for so much more than you're giving out. Hmm, do you even know how special you are? How old your soul is? But what do I know, I'm just shards of reflective glass.
(I promise I opened a page of my old journals and this is he first thing I read.)
~Manamana

Thank you for coming to our little tea party, there's tea and coffee over there next to the mandazis. These journal entries will span a lot of years, and won't just be mine. They'll be short but true, well, true to whoever wrote them. As we both know journals bring out the truest versions of ourselves. These will be moments we'll share, just the writer and you, our fly on the wall. Enjoy And if you ever want to send us yours, feel free to email us on manamanamusings@gmail.com. We would be honoured.