My eyes remained glued to my scruffy shoes,as I roam aimlessly in the streets of uptown Nairobi. I want to keep my eyes veered away from the world,so nobody can see just how wet they are.They shine in the dim orange of street lights… As I fight the urge to cry of a heart so broken,my hands in the pockets of my oversize hoodie,where I clenched them in a fist..that symbolizes just how deeply am feeling. Then I raised my eyes and see..A couple strolling leisurely hand in hand,it reminds me when i was like them, wallowing leisurely in the romance of a night saunter. As a fresh stream of tears cascade down my face,I wonder how it all went wrong..As my heart breaks into another piece,I wonder why I haven’t moved on..another nail pierces my heart,as I remember what his sister told me,”He has moved on with her,check her facebook page if you don’t believe me.” Against her better judgement she logs on to facebook,and pretend like she is only there to update her status,then her unwilling fingers typed his name on ‘search’ and when she hits ‘enter’,my life came crashing at my feet once more.There he is,in that shirt I advised him to buy just six months ago.There he stands with her,that woman,she is everywhere..there he stands with the smile that disarmed her..his hand on her waist,pulling her closer to him,and hers on his chest,feeling his heartbeat.She immediately shuts her laptop down and tosses it away from her, screaming,”move on!why can’t you just move on Alicia?”I just closed my eyes as tears flowed freely… On reaching my small,tidy room,I lie down on the floor and wait for it,that feeling that has in the last few months become all too familiar,that blanket that clouds any ray of happiness from shining down on me,..Leaving me in a cold,coldworld of sadness.I know just how pathetic it is,pining over someone who is busy showering another with his love,calling another sweet names he used to call me, sleeping with another in the bed he first laid me out on..kissing her and telling her that he loves her, holding another with those hands… Oh Lord the suffering of those in the cold world of sadness..