A LOVE LETTER to Chinma seventeen

A LOVE LETTER, to Chidinma, seventeen

Consider many ways people may come to you! One of it could be through friend you have known; the possibility of just meeting, either during occasion, or, in the event of group activities, two people whom do not know each other anywhere near can not be thrown away. You never can tell someone may walk up to you, with blip of smile, hope, high-up in the air, and whisper the soft word that inspires young ladies. By your nature you would find this interruptive, obnoxious, or possibly, disgusting. You are not there type. You are homely, fondly; respect isn’t what you throw away easily.

I, as a person did not regard any of this as option. I came to you like a lamb, or like a young, and not too experience boy in order to grow along with you even in my grown- up. You did not object my friendship with you. You did not regard me as one of the street boys piling list of girlfriends. Your mother did not object it either. Maybe I was difference. You did notice I was from the first day. How did it happen? How did I respond to your imagination that singled me out from every other people? Oh, if memories served me right, it was my look upon your eyes, fetching, flashing. You too, can not deny that knowledge of us knowing each other from a far-distance. It looked like we had met before. You couldn’t look away too. Neither was I able to.

How time did not allow us to embark on such adventure chosen together under a low shining sun of Saturday morning, November 8, 2003.

Anyway, it is not necessary to say more of how our suppose dramatic and youthful effectiveness could not take us far, or should we say more of either our self to establish the contrast; the simple, unaltered establishment of what we are not against what we are, by our schoolboy and schoolgirl nature tells this experience. But, by profile series of our first meeting, I am tempted to say that, what we became wasn’t resulting from where we met.

It will be seen, then, that you and failed to make our first meeting real, that our first real journey of soul mate, which us in the jungle within our self could not lead home. In fact, it wouldn’t have found us a home in any pattern of that world around us. We were not too young, but our society did not recognize that our imminent self, begins to yarn for that kind of adventure were moment of discovery of our self in the view of another person within our self.

By and large, I can say some part of me, now, and may forever, listens to the sound of your laugh; the little angel whispering in the night of my hearing. Some part of me is still that schoolboy, longing to see you, longing under a pretence to purchasing food in your mum’s canteen. I am still pained when I can not see you. And when I do, your youthful smile, your beautiful eyes – face is a cathedral which I never stop worshiping. I am still that boy who wanted to catch up with you, his jewel, before you dash into the inner room. You were afraid your parent might not approve of this in spite of been fond of me. You and I, still in sleep, dreaming of our own world, together, not looking at the reality which was not too long, but that reality was never our own. We had our own, nurtured within our self, within the space of time to live on.

I see you in dream. My thoughts are always with you, in love still fresh like flowering plants after the dew. You are my choice, I made that long before we met and eventually when we meet it was not difficult coming to you. I’d been waiting for you all my life. My darling, my one, my all, I know in not far distance, graces and faith shall bring you back to me in love second to none.

Your Love Unknown
FELIX O