Fantasy: a tale of a Wild, Wild heart

Nthabiseng Maphisa

Every woman knows all too well the stirrings within her that come from being attracted to someone and hoping to be noticed by them. I did not escape such a treachery and soon found myself in love’s quarters. At first I laughed at myself for even finding him handsome. He was a friend and such a feeling had not been felt until now. It was not long before my uncensored imagination had lead me to the lonely lair of daydreaming. Here I entertained many visions until my heart was content. I was his best friend, then a girlfriend and soon I was meeting the parents. There was an engagement to be followed by a marriage filled with unending happiness.

The scarcity of his WhatsApp texts always brought me back to the reality that perhaps my unwarranted affections were not to be returned. He was friendly, but never flirtatious, polite but never truly interested in the way I had hoped he would be. I was then left to find my way through the maze of my confusion and unguarded thoughts and emotions. Still my phone never buzzed, the screen never flashed save for the copious amounts of chatter from persons I did not wish to hear. There were only so many “Lol”s and emojis that one could take before growing increasingly frustrated with the silence from his side of the chat. There was no “hi” or “how are you doing?” or “great skies today”. I resolved to think through every possible cause for this.

I shuddered at the thought that there may be other girls only too keen to impress the young banker. I was then ashamed of myself for not taking extra care to ensure that he indeed was single. I presumed he would not entertain my attempts at having coffee and lunch with him if such was not the case. But this in itself should have alerted me. I was often the one only too willing to make arrangements while he politely submitted to them. Pursuit on his part was rare unless there is some oblivion to be accounted for in my respects. I dared to think further that in wearing my sexy skirt from H&M and M. A. C lipstick I had failed in making myself irresistible. But then, I know not when or how I began to reason that I may not be the bounteous fruit he was searching for if he was searching at all. I then accepted that there will not be a future with Instagram couple’s selfies modified with just the right filter. There would be no likes, tweets or #Babe, #Missyou, #TheOne, #loveyoualways. I was embarrassed that my insensibility had lead me on a course of such disillusionment.

The feelings remained and I didn’t know how to discard them. His absence had at first brought longing but soon it was easy to forget that I had even thought of him that way. On occasion I would see him, more muscular and athletic than before. Then, what had started as an innocent fascination had grown into an unsolicited admiration and now my femininity wished to understand better his masculinity. Eventually time would give way to what really was. As it went by, there were no lunches, calls or texts. With the exception of a few “dates” the rest were all imaginings, conjectures, factions and make believe. The mind, untamed and misbehaving can cause agony to the heart it tries to guide. It leaves the heart to ponder the joys that could have been from a bridge left uncrossed. While it’s important to guard our bodies it’s so easy to forget to do the same with our hearts. We are not called to be cold, unsociable creatures or to be indifferent to the movements within us. It is, however within our power to use these feelings to help us understand what is we really want and why we’re “engineered” to want it.

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