See? This story is not supposed to be real. But like those stubborn birthmarks, it cannot be erased nor hidden. I don’t know what to liken it to.
First it seemed like the last egg on the kitchen shelve rolled down and crashed before breakfast. I said I don’t know what to liken it to. But I remember seeing everything so much down on the ground or sometimes in the slippery and dreadful valleys.
We’re warned to not cry about spilled milk but I couldn’t cry any more than I did on the day we had the fight.
You see, I have always dreamt about you and me withstanding everything. We of course withstood much but this last straw stood against us. It was like losing the last family treasure or being robbed of your diamond.
When you left, I went in, grabbed your old photos, searched for the ones before you whispered the I love you for the first time. I believed they’d come alive. Oh! I bet I still remember it but I cannot explain. How we loved fast, grew into it, nursed and matured it all these years only to see it die without warning?
Hey! Everyone else said I just have to let go of you. Don’t worry, they don’t know your worth. Even if you’d want to forever go; I’d plead with all of me, “May I have a date like the first with you”. A time to talk at the end like we did in the beginning. Remind me of your love for me. Let it be fresh enough in my mind. Make it real again to me. Cos even if it’d hurt forever, I want to forever remember we once were in love.
I pray you’d come back again. I vow to love you again like always. I’m not whole anymore.
Oh! No! This dream must not happen!
CHARLES SELORM DEKU 