“Oh my God, he is here, he really is here, Nelly!” I heard my colleague and friend Joyce say.
“Who is here?” I asked confused.
“Nelly, he is coming up already”, I saw Joyce panic.
“Joyce, who in God’s name is coming?” I yelled at her.
“John..son,” Joyce stuttered.
“Johnson? Like Johnson?” I asked.
“The very Johnson you know,” Joyce said concern laced in her voice.
Before I could process everything, Johnson was already in my office.
“Good morning Nelly,” Johnson greeted, giving me the charming smile I fell for months ago.
“Good morning to you too,” I replied plainly.
“Nelly, I am sorry, I am really sorry. I am sorry I hurt you. I regret my decision every single day,” Johnson pleaded.
“Okay, no problem,” I said dryly.
Johnson handed me a bouquet and a note.
“Nelly, can we please pick up from where we stopped?” Johnson smiled.
“We? Johnson, there is no we, and I made that clear months ago,” I said.
“But Nelly, why?” Johnson asked sadly.
“Johnson, I forgive you, but I cannot return to that toxic relationship. It was nice while it lasted but right now we have to go our separate ways. Thanks for the flowers Johnson but I can’t accept them. Goodbye.
I gave Johnson back the flowers and shut the door of my office.
Trembling and gasping for breath, I held my table tight for support as memories of Johnson and me flood my mind.
Not being able to suppress the knot in my stomach I wept uncontrollably.
I thought I was over Johnson already, I thought I was completely healed. I spent months trying to heal just to go back to square one after seeing his face.
Nelly, you’ll be fine, if not now but very soon. I said to myself.
What do I see?
I can see a girl holding a bouquet and a note is attached to the bouquet as well.
What do I feel?
I feel the bouquet is a gift from a loved one.
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