Come Home My Love
To the One I Took for Granted
My love,
I don't know where to begin, or how to find words gentle enough to reach the heart I wounded. Since you left, the world has felt strangely unfamiliar. The days are longer, the nights colder, and even the simplest things seem to demand more from me than I can give. I keep reaching for you out of habit, only to remember that you are no longer here. And every time that truth settles in, I wish I could turn back the hands of time and love you the way you always deserved.
I know I hurt you. I became too comfortable with your presence, too careless with your worth, and too confident that no matter how I treated you, you would always find your way back to me. I mistook your patience for permanence and your loyalty for a promise that you would never leave. I gave you reasons to go, then acted surprised when you finally did. For that, my love, I am truly sorry.
In your absence, I have learnt that some blessings only reveal their value when their absence becomes unbearable. I have learnt that love is not merely about having someone beside you; it is about knowing how to cherish them while they are still there. Had I understood this sooner, perhaps I would not be writing to you from the ruins of my own carelessness. Perhaps we would still be together, building something beautiful, instead of leaving me here to negotiate with an unforgiving world.
My darling, if your heart can still find a little room for me, please come home. I promise to treat you differently. I will listen when you whisper, respect you when you are in abundance, and protect you when life becomes difficult. I will no longer throw you around carelessly just because I have enough of you today. I will plan for tomorrow, honour what we have, and stop entertaining every stranger who comes asking for a piece of you. You deserve stability, commitment, and a partner who understands that keeping you requires more wisdom than winning you.
Come back, my queen. Let us start again, this time with maturity. I want to move our relationship to the next level, to build a future where you are not merely visiting but finally settling down. I want us to grow together, to multiply our joy, and to create a home where emergencies do not immediately become family meetings. I cannot promise that the road will always be smooth, but I promise that I will no longer be the careless reason you pack your bags.
And now, perhaps I should stop pretending that this is an ordinary love letter. The truth is, my beloved, I have been writing to you, Money. 😂
Yes, money. My once faithful companion, my former partner in convenience, my darling who left me with an empty wallet, a silent M-Pesa balance, and the audacity to enter shops just to admire things. Forgive me for spending you as though payday were a lifetime contract. Come back, my love. This time, I shall budget for you, save you, invest you, and treat you like the queen you are. I promise never to maltreat you again.
Yours in regret and financial desperation,
Wabwire, your repentant ex-spender. 💸❤️