the word FOREVER.

"we've only been dating for a year but I wanna take a risk and sound a little weird" This part alone of the famous song "That part" by Lauren Spencer Smith was enough to bring me into an ocean full of countless memories we had made a year before. "Mwaka pekee unaweza kuleta mabadiliko mengi",I spoke out loudly without knowing. I heard "mmmh"from the passenger sitting next to me, I think to make me repeat what I had just said, "Nothing" I replied, to mean I was not talking to him.He smiled and returned his eyes to his book. "I want the picket fences an arch around the entrance, two ikea twin beds for the kids" I continued listening and following the lyrics of this favorite song of mine. "Aprin" popped out in my mind.I remembered the day we were in class and it was raining when he started telling me a story of this certain city in the US which I don't know if it's real or it is just fictional, that there's no common name in it. "that's hilarious" I said while moving my head left to right again and again to show my disapproval. "how can that happen" I asked "they take certain initials from names of the members of the family and extract a new and unique name, and then give it to the new born", he answered with a smile in his face. "I want you to make a name out of initials of our names and we will give it to our child" he said, "I don't know if I can do that" I replied " you're so creative Peer Unlike me that is why I want you to be the one making it, I believe you can" he said. I don't think because he truly thinks I am creative but only because he knew I was easily moved by such kind of words of appreciation. I was already into it and that's how the name "Aprin" came into existence in our little world. "A" from his first letter, Allen, "pri" from three first letters of my name,Principia and lastly, "n" from first letters of our fathers, his Noel and mine Newton. At first we dedicated the name to our daughter whom we thought we will give birth to in the near future and then later Aprin was meant to our little world where our love story was meant to stay."Aprin will never get old and if Aprin is a place I wanna die here" were sentences we would normally tell each other to make sure we never leave each other for the rest of our lives.I kept thinking of all the memories we had made together, the countless intimate nights, the dreams we told each other,places we visited together, the jokes we cracked, the smiles and laughter we brought into each other's life and started wondering of how they no longer mean anything although they still bring a spark whenever I think about them and sometimes enough to bring me into tears. This story was not meant to end that way it is as if the author died and left an unfinished story whith characters romming inside of it not knowing their next move or our author does not believe in happy endings like those in Disney cartoons I had watched in my childhood, Cinderella getting married to a prince charming but mine was as if the Cinderella was back in her dirty little clothes, the shoe is lost,wonderful dress gone and the fabulous prince charming gone too. Whoever is writing this story, give me the gaddem pen, f*****g uncreative sadist. I was so angry with myself for blaming a fictional author I had created in my mind and so angry for opening the boxes that have to be buried because they contain my personal past that hurts wherever I think or try to remember about. "ooooh how I wish there was a way to erase certain things in your life that you don't like and don't like having access to" I thought, knowing exactly it is impossible to bury one's past, they will continue haunting you for the rest of your life, especially the hurting past. Back to reality the driver was somehow in a hurry I had noticed.He drove very fast ignoring some road safety cautions we had studied in primary school for example, drivers have to reduce their vehicles' speeds after they see road bumps,in order to improve traffic and residents safety.He would drive so fast that sometimes the babies in the back passenger seats cried after the bus jumped in those road humps and sometimes women would give those little screams accompanied by chuckles which the driver I think enjoyed because no one cared to utter a word about our driver's carefree behavior thatmay bring consequences. Our journey was expected to last 15 hours or even more so I decided to take a nap in order to escape the boredom of counting the moving trees and houses.I don't precisely remember how long I had slept when I heard screams and opening my eyes blood was all over with children cries ,women yelling ,groans and moans I couldn't move an inch and my eyes had no energy to continue staring at the mess I was seeing, I slowly started hearing hisses instead of actual sounds I wanted to shake my head to fight the dizziness I was experiencing and slowly clossed my eyes.I don't know if it was passing out as how people say because it was the first time experiencing it.