We were friends... or were we more than friends? I really can't remember.
December 2019 was the date, the lecture hall was the location, and you were my muse. Rather than listening to the boring due-for-retirement lecturer ramble on about a course, I couldn't care any less about, I decided to make some sketches behind my back.
And then my eyes fell on you, and I began to draw. I didn't even notice when you saw me looking at you; I was lost in the moment. Until you tapped me and asked to see it.
Had I ever blushed before then? I don't think so. But I showed you, and we became friends. Or something more.
We could talk for hours in school, and when we reached home, we would continue the conversation on Whatsapp. There were no boundaries to the relationship. All that remained was "Would you be my..."
The Ministry of Education hereby announces the closure of all schools and tertiary institutions following the commencement of a total lockdown due to the COVID-19 Pandemic.
All of a sudden, we were apart. You were optimistic about it, saying that we would continue as normal on Whatsapp, that nothing was going to happen. I wasn't so sure... I knew myself, and how all my online relationships had gone.
But COVID said so, and we had to disband.
And I hadn't told ou my feelings still.
The first weeks were normal. We talked, we laughed, we exchanged pictures.
But slowly, a month, two, and things changed.
Soon it all boiled down to 'Hi' and 'Hey'.
Now your chat is at the bottom of the wall.
I know you're online, and I'd love to show you that you're the muse of all my arts.
Sadly, we're socially distant hearts
That was mean :< this feels like an attack to all quaranflings out there 😂😂😂