I finally seem to have made it to the entrance of the G.P. The doors slide open as I walk in, greeting me with the warmth of the place.
As the receptionist greets me with a warm smile, she takes my details and tells me to wait in the waiting area.
I never felt my heart beat so fast other than today. Now I’m sitting in the waiting room, waiting for my name to be called out. I was dreading for this day to come but yet really excited about it. Not knowing what’s up the sleeves for you is heartbreaking. I look around steadily trying to find someone who is going through the same pain as me. Not a single person looks anxious.
All I can hear is the clock ticking away like a small insect sucking your blood. Newspapers and magazines flipping from side to side, kids crying and playing around, throwing toys every where, making so much racket and mess in the room.
Finally my name is called out, after twenty minutes of agony and dullness.
I knocked quietly three times on the brown shiny door of the office. As the door gently opened my legs felt jelly and my stomach tumbled.
There he was standing right in front me. This handsome guy smiling at me, with his large hazel eyes, his long gleaming hair and his neatly grown beard.
He tells me to relax and make myself comfortable. I sat on the uncomfortable brown chair, gazing pointlessly in to the space wondering if he would remember who I was.
He truly was stunning. He had all the ladies after him because he was such a lovely person, I should expect it, and his heart had been firmly wrapped with the wings of love. Jealousy, anger and sadness, all these emotions ran through my head yet not one of them was happiness.
He was my best friend since the age of 10 to 17, but yet he could not recognize me.
All I can see was his mouth moving, but yet I couldn’t hear a single word. I tried to talk but it seemed no words wanted to come out of my mouth. I felt like a little girl who had a crush on the next-door neighbour. My hands were sweaty, I was stuttering too much and giggling every second. I didn’t know what to do. Either remind him who I was or just leave.
Next thing I knew I was doing was running as fast as a lightening. From that moment and onwards I was really disappointed with my self. I couldn’t even do a simple thing.
That’s when it hit me to move on with my life and stop hanging on the past.
BY NAJMA HIRSI
