THAT’S JUST US 🥰🥰❤️

That’s Just US 😍🥰🌹❤️

We fight. 😡💪💢

We kiss. 😘😚

We hug. 💏

We text. 📱

We talk. 💬

We argue. 😩😭

We laugh. 😄😂

We smile. 😊

We love. 💘

That’s just us. 💯

❤️ #LOVE ❤️

Makala Thomas ❤️

(9. 04. 2019)

JUST FRIENDS

​We grew up together. 

You were always my closest friend.

And when we became attracted to each other, you murmured we should be just friends. 

It was frustrating but I accepted that, because I didn’t want to lose you completely. 

We were best friends. 

But I loved you. 

And I knew you loved me too. 

We’d hang out, eat meals, watch movies. Sometimes I wished the movie would never end. 

We’d hold hands and I’d rest my head on your shoulder, and you whispered we should be just friends.

A few years passed with us being just friends. 

Men were interested in me, but I only had eyes for you. Still, we were just friends. 

It started to frustrate me. I didn’t understand why you kept turning me away. 

Then came your many love interests, the women you seemed to choose over me.

What did they have that I didn’t? 

I screamed this question at you in a drunken rage, tears streaming down my face as I screamed why on earth didn’t you want to be with me. 

You looked angry too as you replied that you and I are just friends. 

And that’s when the light went out. 

I gave up. 

On you. 

On the idea of us. 

On everything to do with you 

That night I walked away from you, and deleted your number. 

I was done chasing you and I couldn’t remain friends with you either. 

Things would never be the same again.

A year and a half later I was back to my cheery self. 

I was over you, I had a great job, new friends, and I was loving life. 

I hadn’t seen you in that year and a half and I didn’t want to see you. 

You had shattered my heart and the rejection was hard to get over. 

YOU were hard to get over. 

But everything was great now. I even had a bit of a crush on my assistant manager, and he seemed to like me too. 

Everyone said we looked cute together, and I’d get embarrassed but I secretly agreed. I liked Edric Smith a lot. 

A month later, Edric approached me after work and asked if I’d like to meet up outside of the office. 

My co-worker Sabrina nudged me as she walked past, and I knew she wanted me to say yes. 

So I did. 

A week later, I was waiting anxiously for Edric to arrive at my home. 

We were to eat out, and then go to a jazz club, to unwind, have some drinks, and get to know each other. 

I checked my hair quickly before my phone rang. It was Edric, telling me he was outside. 

We had a really great time. I couldn’t believe Edric was so sweet and caring. He was a stern manager at work. 

He asked me so much about myself and I asked him a lot too. I really liked him. 

When he dropped me home, I remembered you. And I became scared. 

I had to ask Edric. 

“Before things go any further, do you see anything in me? Would you like to date me? Or do you want to be just friends?”

Edric smiled at that before he moved closer, and he gave me a tender kiss. I was surprised, but pleased as I kissed him back. 

When we broke apart, Edric caressed my cheek before me murmured “I see a lot in you. Yes, I would like to date you, and I want to go steady. We could never be just friends.”

I wanted to hear those words from you all my life. Instead I heard them from my boss, and it felt pretty amazing. 

I fell hard for Edric. I loved him and he loved me. 

Three years later, our son Raymond was born. A year after that, I married Edric. 

My family and friends were all there, pleased for me. 

When it was announced we were now man and wife, and I was kissed, I noticed someone I had left in the past. 

It was you. 

Our eyes met. 

In yours, I saw pain mixed with regret. I don’t know what you saw in mine but I wanted to know why you were at my wedding.

In a jokey way, you said you were a family friend and my mother invited you. 

I snapped that you stopped being a friend of mine years ago. 

You responded that didn’t mean you stopped caring about me. 

That may have worked on me when I was younger, turned me into mush back then. 

But it didn’t work now. Your charm didn’t affect me at all. 

You could see that. You sighed, and asked if we could talk. I sighed too, and replied you have five minutes. 

You took a deep breath, and then you quietly said that you didn’t expect me to walk away from you that night at the club, cut you off, and move on. That you were waiting for the right moment to make me yours. 

I replied that you waited too long and so did I. 

Before you could say something else my husband joined my side, asking “Who’s this Mrs. Edric? A friend?” 

You said yes, but I said no. 

“We were friends a long time ago. And that’s all we ever were, Edric.”

You looked really hurt, and I took my husband’s hand. 

Smiling because I finally had closure and was at peace, I walked away from you, Edric at my side as I murmured “We were just friends.”

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Life is too short to hide your feelings from the ones who mean the world to you. Just say how you feel. Don’t settle and be just friends! 

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Makala Thomas. 

ABC

Absolutely happy after being melancholy for a long time.
Beginning to see things really do get better.
Can’t stand some members of my family.
Doing really well for myself and my daughter.
Easily motivated because my work is also my hobby.
Feeling like nothing can hurt me although I know it can.
Going places.
Humble at all times.
I wish every day was a good one.
Just want to wish everyone a great day.
Knowledge is power.
Love is magical and I always have some to give.
Music gets me through the dark days.
Nevaeh is the name of my little girl.
Optimism has always been a trait of mine.
People come and go like seasons.
Queening is a term I find silly.
Really wish I could laze in bed every weekend.
Sometimes I smile in company and act happy when I just want to curl up and cry.
Twitter isn’t something I’m on all day.
Underneath my tough exterior is a really nice friendly person.
Very into fantasy shows and movies but I was never into Twilight!
Winter is my favourite season.
Xi is a word I never knew until I played Scrabble.
Yesterday is the past but the memories are still fresh.
Zombies are cool in movies but I believe there will never be a zombie apocalypse.

 

Makala Thomas 🙂

 

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(In order, I wrote sentences starting with each letter from the alphabet, mainly thoughts and feelings. Give it a try!)

 

 

GOOD GIRLS

She had a brain.

Always stuck to what she believed in.
She dreamt of true love, a home, a husband and children, of living happily ever after.

She was a good girl.

She met someone who made her feel things she had never felt with any other she’d been with.

He was smart, funny, there for her. He made her life brighter. They spoke almost every day and he always checked up on her.

He was a good guy.

She loved him.

He loved her.

They were good together.

Things were going great for a long time. Then it all changed.

He became distant. Contact was less frequent. Phone calls became brief before turning into texts.

She wasn’t sure what was going on. She asked and he said things were fine. So she made do with the short visits and even shorter contacts.

She knew something was wrong but her love for him was so strong she never suspected he had another.

The contact from that other came one day. They’d been seeing each other for a while.

And just like that, a good girl’s heart shattered into a thousand pieces. Tears fell and never stopped falling for weeks.

It hurt so much.

Everything was over.

The pain didn’t go away for months even when things seemed to get better.

He wanted a girl who wore sexy clothes and always looked good at his side, partied, never caring for the good girl who was loyal and waited on him at home, who did good girl things and remained loyal.

It hurt so much.

Her heart wanted her with him but she knew that wasn’t a great choice. She was a good girl, not a stupid one.

They still conversed but it was over.

Eventually, she cut him off.

She met someone else a while later, but that heartbreak had damaged her.

She concluded she might not have a husband, a home or children, or live happily ever after, but she tried to stay positive.

But she realised that a lot of good girls got their hearts broken.

Makala Thomas

Jeiklee Has Arrived!! A New Novel

“Jeiklee always knew he didn’t fit in with ‘normal’ people. They always found him odd. When he met Spirit McKenzie, a witch from another world, his worst fears and dreams came true. Jeiklee discovered he had magical powers and was from the magical world of Severna, a place full of love, light, darkness, and magic. After he meeting his real parents, Jeiklee soon develops feeling for Spirit that he cant deny, and they both end up going on a five day adventure! What Jeiklee finds out while away changes his perspective on the man everybody seems to fear and hate… Count Dracula. Jeiklee realises Dracula is far from the evil being he was made out to be, and sees for himself that he isn’t evil at all, being Count Dracula the Fifteenth. Jeiklee also discovers that his mother Leticia and Dracula were best friends, childhood sweethearts, even secret lovers… and his mother isn’t happy with the life she has grown accustomed to. Can he bring the star crossed lovers back together?”

The latest fantasy/romance novel of mine, Jeiklee, is now available in stores and I am already getting positive responses via email from keen readers, very glad.

Jeiklee is available in print for those who prefer a book in hand and also in digital format for your digital devices. In coming weeks it will become available in much more stores but I’m excited so I’m sharing it’s release and availability now!

Find Jeiklee by clicking here: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Jeiklee-Makala-Thomas-ebook/dp/B015YCXNUW/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8

Have a look at the description and preview and if this book intrigues you, do buy a copy.

Thank you kindly!

Makala Thomas 🙂

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My Light In The Distance

My Light In The Distance 

It was dark.

Cold.

Sweat trickled down my face.

I stumbled along a dark path,

Not knowing where to go…

Not knowing what to do.

I was lost.

In a dark place.

All alone.

Friends. 

Family.

Eighty percent gone.

In the good times, 

They seemed to be there.

Like the shadows,

They vanished in the dark times.

I was shivering with cold.

Where do I go?

What do I do?

I heard my name being called faintly,

Somewhere ahead.

There was a light, far away,

In the distance.

And when my name was called again,

It it seemed to get brighter.

I started to feel hopeful.

I ran towards the light, knowing now,

That my true love hadn’t forsaken me.

They were calling.

I knew that voice now.

Suddenly I felt hands shaking me,

A voice telling me to wake up.

I opened my eyes and squinted,

Looking around confusedly,

In a room filled with sunlight.

And there you was, smiling at me.

“Hey sleepyhead. Another nightmare?”

“Yes,” I said, breathing hard. “It was dark. And I felt really cold. Then I heard your voice and I felt so… relieved and happy. And hopeful.”

“Well you’re sweating like a pig.” You gave me a gentle kiss. “I made breakfast. Coming?”

“Sure!”

I got out of bed happily, glad it was just a mixture of my thoughts and a dream.

Glad I had you.

Glad you stayed with me.

Glad of everything.

Smiling, I got out of bed.

Whenever I heard your loving voice,

The dark seemed to fade.

Whenever I felt you close to me,

I was happy.

And whenever I saw the love in your eyes,

For me,

All for me…

I was free.

And no matter what might happen

Between you and I,

I would forever cherish you.

And always remember you as…

My lovely Star

My Ray of Sunshine,

My hopeful Light…

In The Distance.

Makala Thomas
  

LADY IN A RED DRESS

Lady In A Red Dress

I looked around the room…

I had cooked for quite a few.

But what I couldn’t deny

Was the woman who caught my eye.

Her figure was divine.

I knew she would decline…

An offer to go outside

So to the house we were tied.

I cleared my throat and announced

That the food was ready; they bounced

To the dining area, and I sighed.

I wished that I could hide.

At this woman I couldn’t stop staring

After we ate, I was past caring.

I tapped her shoulder and said

“You’ve been running through my head.

Please come for a walk with me.

I know for now you’re free.”

My lady in the red dress smiled.

“I like how your hair is styled.”

“You do?” I said, heart racing.

I almost started pacing.

“You have me in a mess.

I ADORE that bright red dress!”

“Why thank you,” she said, smiling,

Inside I felt I was dying.

“So, let’s go on this walk.

I assume you want to talk?”

“Yes,” I said quickly, blushing.

To the garden I went rushing.

I turned to her, starting to say

Everything I felt today.

“I love your cute brown eyes.

Seeing you here was a surprise.

Your smile is so heart warming…

I can tell something is forming.

I want to be with you,

And I hope you like me too.

I noticed you glancing at me,

And I feel it’s meant to be.

Sweetheart, do respond.

We can’t be gone for long.”

She laughed, and I smiled too.

“You sir, have thought this through.

I’m flattered that you like me.

But there will never ever be a ‘we’.

I’m married and have two children.

My husband is one in a million.

I came here because of your mother.

She and my Aunty,

They know each other.

I don’t know what you’re thinking,

But let the reality sink in.

I’m not a slab of meat,

And I would never cheat.

So please, let’s go inside,

And you can hold on to your pride.

Yes I’m flattered, that’s true,

But I have no interest in you.”

She turned and walked away,

And I watched her in dismay.

I wished I hadn’t spoken.

My heart and soul was broken.

It was true I didn’t know her,

And already, things were over.

Late that night I laid in bed,

Her words rushing around my head.

I wished I never saw her.

That I could be how I was before her.

She has gripped my mind and soul

For now I just could not be whole.

I tossed and turned, stressed…

Over the beauty in the bright red dress.

Makala Thomas.

INSOMNIA

INSOMNIA

Head on my pillow.

Thoughts swirling around my mind.

Memories.

Some good, 

Some bad,

Some ugly.

Some perfect.

Plans for the future.

All good,

None bad,

None ugly.

Some near perfect.

I roll over and close my eyes tightly, but that won’t help me.

Itchy fingers.

I want to write.

Wait.

I am writing.

Family Guy is on.

Stewie has taken steroids.

I sigh and watch, hoping to fall asleep.

I think about you.

I wonder what you are doing.

Sleeping?

You must be.

I want to go for a walk.

Maybe that will tire me out.

And even as I think it, I know I’m not going anywhere.

It’s too dangerous.

Ah, Insomnia my old friend.

At times I enjoy your company.

And at other times I see you as a pimple on the face I call my life.

I have a long day tomorrow.

I must wake in less than eight hours.

In the dark of the night I always seem to come alive.

Am I a vampire? Maybe I am.

If I lay still, and try not to think too much, maybe my body will succumb to slumber.

But it doesn’t.

Dawn will be breaking soon.

And I’m still awake.

I make myself a hot drink like I always do when Insomnia arrives to control me.

It doesn’t work.

I yawn several times, but my eyes are wide open.

Another hour passes by.

I’m watching Game Of Thrones on my laptop, trying to kill time before I have to get up. There’s just no point in sleeping now.

The sun is now rising.

I sigh and close my laptop and lay down again, my head back on my pillow.

Thoughts are rampant again.

And then I remember.

I bought some sleeping pills from the chemist for times like this.

If I take one or two, maybe that would be alright.

I get up and go into my kitchen, rummaging through the cupboard until I find the box.

Quickly swallowing two tablets with a glass of water, I go back to bed and lay down.

I hum to myself as I resist the urge to go back on my laptop, laying quite comfortably.

And I feel sleep creeping up on me.

Finally!

Where have you been all this time, sleep??

As my eyelids grow heavy from the effects of the sleeping pills, I yawn and settle down.

As dreams rush to meet me, I grin.

Sleep won.

My phone alarm goes off, and I drowsily stop it and pull the duvet over my head, settling down for a nice, long rest.

Stuff the plans I had today.

When I wake next, it is dark outside. I sit up quickly and grab my phone, checking the time.

It’s eight pm.

I groan and sit up, trying to shake off the drowsy feeling.

Never again will I take two sleeping tablets. I was knocked right out.

As I sit well into the night munching food and watching movies, I stopped as a thought hit me.

I will be up all night again.

And then I realise.

Sleep didn’t win at all.

If I hadn’t taken those pills, I would have been up all night.

Just like I will be up again this night.

I sighed and fell back against my pillows as another realisation hit me.

Without some kind of help, I hardly sleep. 

Which means sleep won the battle the last time, but will lose the war.

Insomnia is the true champion.

Makala Thomas

  

Not All Fathers Are Deadbeats

My eyes open at the sound of a tiny wail. It’s four in the morning.

My partner stirred as I sat up, murmuring “Want me to sort it?”

“No,” my reply was, and I smiled at him. “I’ve got it.”

I get up and check on my eleven month old baby. Her bright eyes are very awake as she looked at her night light interestedly, sitting up and waiting for one of us to respond to her call.

I smiled as I looked down at her, and she beamed up at me, lifting her little arms. I picked her up and have her a kiss and cuddle before setting her down again, yawning as I make my way into the kitchen to make her a bottle of milk.

This is the first time in a while she has woken in the middle of the night. I smile and hum to myself as I prepare the milk, hearing her speak in baby language and my partner’s deep voice as he spoke back lovingly.

When the milk is ready, I bring it to the bedroom.

My partner is holding our infant in his broad arms, and she is smiling happily at him, her little bottom teeth on display.

I yawned, and he immediately said “I’ll feed her. Go back to sleep.”

“I’m ok,” I started to say, and he raised an eyebrow at me. He didn’t even say anything. I sighed and handed him the bottle. “If you need me for anything-”

“I need you to rest baby. Go back to sleep.”

I slipped into my covers, noticing it was getting light outside.

“Dawn,” I mumbled, and he chuckled, the baby drinking her milk, her eyelids growing heavier and heavier.

“I’m going to check the kitchen,” he told me as I closed my eyes, and I frowned.

“Why?”

“To see what you need. You know, food and drinks; shopping. And milk, food and nappies for little one.”

“I have enough milk and nappies-”

“You can never have enough milk and nappies,” he said amusedly, and I smiled as well. “I’m going to pop into Tescos before I leave for work. Just to make sure you have what you need.”

“Thanks babe,” I sighed, and I opened my eyes to peer at our baby. She was fast asleep in her father’s arms. “Nice.”

My partner grinned at me. “Daddy’s touch is as good as a Mummy’s touch.”

I stuck my tongue out at him, and he laughed before gently placing our baby back in her cot bed.

I snuggled up to him happily when he got back into bed, and he put his arm around me.

“I’m going to miss you both while I’m at work.”

“We’ll never be too far away,” I replied softly, and he gave me a gentle kiss.

I sighed happily. 

He provided for us, never let us down, worked hard, and although he was sometimes working weekends or had other things going on, he made sure he spent a lot of time with his kids.

And me, I thought, and my smile grew as I laid my head on his shoulder.

You hear a lot about fathers who don’t care or do a thing for their children, who walk out on them, don’t have anything to do with them, don’t pay child support and are abusive, the list goes on.

But not all men are the same. There may be a few rotten eggs out there but some eggs are golden. And if you come by a man who is a golden egg, cherish him.  

Not all fathers are deadbeats.

Makala Thomas

  

Basking In The Glow Of The Sun

I’m basking in the glow of the sun

Thinking you must be the One

Instead of thinking “No!” With fright,

I’m totally certain you might.

My mind wanders to you,

And I know what I feel is true.

Before that sun turns to the moon,

I know you will be here soon.

And then I can tell you

Just how I feel

About the both of us,

And our love which is real

As the sun sets,

We will dine together,

And maybe discuss

The brilliant change in weather…

Before we kiss and cuddle,

Hold hands and snuggle,

And whisper sweet nothings

Into the night…

I’ll sum up the courage

To ask you to stay over;

And if I sound urgent,

You might!

When I wake you’ll be gone,

Early in the morning,

Off to work,

And I’ll sit up yawning,

Knowing you are the one.

I’ll stand and pull up my blinds

A big smile on my face,

And bask in the glow of the sun.

Makala Thomas