Rare

I started writing a while ago. Writing writing writing... getting it all out. Ha! What an angry justifying post!

*sigh*

Delete.

And writing again.

And then, deleting again.

But then I figured, is it really worth it Tinks? Using up whatever minimal cyber space for this kind of bull?

Nah.

Is that what you wanna put out there? Negativity?

Nope.

I could write stories about people, and what they have being doing to me lately that will entertain you endlessly. People can be hurtful motherfuckers, you know that right?

But in all honesty, inspite of my bruised ego or how I've been mistreated? I choose to focus on what matters. Write that down. Put that out there.

So here it goes.

Yesterday, I got a surprise call from a dear dear heart out there, telling me to come downstairs, I'm right here. He holds a coffee table book, from my favorite city in the whole wide world saying that he saw it, it made him think of me, he got it for me and here he is.

And that gesture, how I crossed his mind without a hidden agenda, on an otherwise slow Sunday, made me believe in the kindness and honesty in people again.

He is rare. The way he thinks is rare. And the kindness of his heart is rare.

And how he made me feel is even rarer.

But definitely worth writing about, instead of some... yeah, definitely not worth the cyber space.

Have a good rare week y'all x