From Sunshine to Storms
Chronicles of our story
Dear Lover,
Writing this letter to you so I won’t forget all about our love story. I never did. You made me forget all the sweetness of what we had, leaving me with the bad ones for me to regret doing. In as much as I try to forget all about you, you weren’t ready to leave my head. It’s like you are already glued in my head. A permanent glue. I have sought therapy and all forms of escape, but nothing worked. Folake, what did you add in your stew?
I remember all the good times and I wish we were still together, sometimes I wish not. How we started from strangers to friends to lovers. The love was a sweet one, the one that made people scream jealousy. It was like we lived in our own world where we cared less about others around us. Times, we surprise each other with gifts, and people commenting 'aw’, in the background or times, we ate in the same plate and you will try to feed me, shy me. Those days were precious, ngl.
Remember, our dance sessions, where I taught you how to dance different steps then, can you dance any better now? I doubt, I’m still your boss. How we could both be cheesy and still not care. I don’t think I told you but when you started calling me by my home name, not the official one, there and then, I was transported into the realm of love, with the suffix 'mi’, you do add, meaning 'mine’. I was far gone. I mean, if this is not love, tell me what is it.
Your soft touches that gave me goosebumps, my hands so wide to embrace you and your nice smell. As you gently started placing kisses from my chest to my neck to my ear, as I let a little moan out, then it finds the rightful place to my lips, locked with yours, as we stood there deep into each other before going into the other side of the house. Writing this feels so cringe and amazing, and I hope you remember it and feel the same way.
What is a relationship without Amebo? Never to be missed. Like we unconsciously created time for it. From the gist, we got from someone that knows someone, that we couldn’t wait for the other person to hear, and we will say at the same time ' I have gist for you!’, at the end it will be the same gist, or to the ones we witnessed ourselves and in our minds we will be like ' my guy must hear this' and at the end, we will close with the phrase ' who are we to judge?’.😹
Writing this when the clouds are pregnant, makes me reminisce those moments. Where we would both exchange our big hoodies and coddle ourselves like we couldn’t get enough of each other. Or when our naughty sides are provoked, we will go play in the rain, end up getting cold, that we now have to take care of each other. Such sweet memories.
I didn’t have a diary, but I took details of how everything was going on in our lives and the least, that wasn’t faded by hate or regrets, says all. I guess that’s what love really is. I remember writing letters and sometimes, they were just rubbish but I just want you to write back. Times, we will be completing songs through texts, I write line one, you write back line two till the end, you remember?. E be like say they use love water baff me, when I was small.
Things started becoming sour when I’d see my letters on the floor, stepped on, and when you no longer replying my texts. A musician said, ' Love is what I see when I look at you' but I looked for the love in your eyes, I couldn’t see them. Have they been covered by contact lens? Or do I just need my glasses?. It felt unreal how I could no longer feel the spark between us. Who off light?.
To put more oil to the burning pain, there were no explanations from you. Nothing, as you kept me wondering why, how?. I tried writing poems about you, so maybe I can forget you, but the words weren’t just coming, as there are just so many unfinished poems about you and I couldn’t still get you off my mind. They said love stories always end in tears, I didn’t believe, then mine ended in tears with no warnings. Or is our love Blackberry that has faded?.
No wonder Blaqbonez doesn’t write love songs.
I hope you get to read this as I hope for an explanation.
