Back then, I felt so disgustingly elated and fortunate, I didn't stop to think of the endgame. I mean you do look at you in the mirror right? Who wouldn't want to be referred to as your beloved? 

 Like two clueless beings we exchanged lies, one thinking gratitude could replace love and the other paying lip service. 

You became my addiction at one point though... I'll give you that. It was so horrible I had to go through withdrawal syndrome on days we did not talk. 

What all started with a hey and a hi on the backseat of a cab, became sweet for a while.

 Where did all our spark go to, how did this thing we thought only us shared turn to what I shared with my colleagues outside the office. I guess we never said much to each other as we thought we would eventual have time to understand one another. We had time over three years... but I guess it wasn't mearnt to be. And cause we never realy talked the endgame changed and now I'm stuck thinking we were never a forever sure thing.

I guess we were always a hi and hey all along.

 "I know many things Zikora, so many things that I forget the important ones." I watch her gaze ahead for a while as if trying to recount some memories. 

 "What do to want from me?" 

"Be patient Zikora being to fast is never a virtue. For you to do anything for me you have to first of all know how I am."

She was right of course, "then who are you?" 

"My name is Chinwe, I have being roaming about and searching for someone like you an Acha. Who can finally help me find my home."

 Yeah, I do not understand any thing she just said...