Incredible India monthly contest of August #1| Go wash again

Yes, I believe life is incomplete without challenges especially when you encounter challenges when in love.

I will like to share my ordeal which is tagged;
YOU STILL SMELL OF HIM, GO WASH
AGAIN

“You still smell of him, go wash again”. Priscilla said to me.

No matter how many times I washed, his smell still lingered. Like a perfume which leaves an indelible mark on the heart and senses.
It lingers long after the moment has passed. His smell… a touch of him, past moments yet, I still smell of him.

His smell whispered secrets only hearts can tell. I don't expect Priscilla to understand. She doesn't understand what it means to be soaked in the smell of the very one that laid daily next to you, but now only becomes memories.
A haunting reminder, moments cherished and memories that refuse to fade.

I stared quietly at her and refused to move.

“I enjoy the smell of him, I won't wash”.
I retorted.

She smirked and told me the hard truth.

“He's gone, have you failed to see that?
He doesn't care that much anymore. You held his heart with respect, he threw yours to the wildlife to feed on it.

Now the heart is trampled on, torn, crushed, shattered, rough handle and you still dwell in that smell? “go wash again, you still smell of him”.

This time she said fiercely…

My tears didn't matter to her anymore
She didn't want to perceive that smell.

“That smell of him”

I let the tears roll freely.

Let it out she said;

“Let the tears cleanse the soul, let it wash away the weight you feel. The refuge of your soul is in that tears let it out”.

“Weep through these tears, shower your soul.
Wash away his smell, his memories. Let the story unfold”.

My heart failed to speak as only tears flowed freely.

A hug is all I needed from Priscilla
to strengthen me. She knew it, but I still smelled of him.

In the river of tears, She whispered;
“Go wash again”...

“It is a tough decision”.

As she held my hands gently, the warmth of her hand, the love in the touch said more than words could. It is a bridge between pain and healing.

In the grip of the loving hand, I found the strength and peace to let go.

To let go of the memories, the pains.
Letting go of his smell is a hard step and a lot of work to do but I can't keep re-reading the last chapter. I need to open the next chapter.

My mind together with my heart pondered, and searched… on the memories to hold onto..

“Pump the blood bro…”
“Don't look back, you are not going that way”.My brain interferes with the thoughts in my mind..

She stared again, this time with plea in her eyes.

She is right, I need to let go.

I stood up and grabbed my towel. She stared but at the moment nothing existed.

“I need to wash”

I placed the towel carefully from my bossom down. My aim is to walk into the shower and wash down every memory.

I walked right to her now. While holding her hands, I whispered;

I still smell like him, I'll go wash again.
Did I wash again??

Yes I did, I thought I moved on when I immediately got someone else but discover I ended up hurting innocent ones for his son.

Now, if you ever find yourself in a challenge as this I will advise you move on quickly, don't tolerate the disrespect by going back. Then heal totally and properly,
Engage in developing yourself physically, academically and otherwise. Heal properly I will say again to avoid hurting genuine ones and then live in guilt. Give enough love to yourself too.

Remember hurt people, hurt people so heal