It was the best of time, it was past midnight, she couldn’t sleep. The quirking of the window drew her attention to the outside world. She rose up quietly with throng of thoughts in her heart. Hers was a feeling of happiness deep at the ford of her soul. The seams of her emotional tide is beating the bank as if to break it. She peeped through the glazed window as the light from the moon filters through the satin curtain.
The breeze was blowing tepid air but she was feeling cold. It was a feeling of her missing a part of her. She went back to the bed again and close her eyes as if to sleep. His picture flickered through her mind again with his smile acting in resonance with hers. She smiled back as she wakes again.
This is too wonderful an experience for her. She was not going to allow sleep to snatch her from the fascinating reminiscence of her dear lover. Off she went out of the bed to the wooden resting chair on the penthouse. She was reading through his messages. The first one read;
“my heart is singing a song, a love song that calls for you. A love song that calls for your love. Listen carefully and you will hear my heart calling your sweet name. baby you are all I ever wanted and I will love you like you’ve never been loved before. I love you.”
Her heart is racing again. She felt roused in her soul. Tears welled up her eyes. She scrolled down her phone again.
“I have many things to say to you, but words will not suffice me. How can I explain the love I have for you! The 26 letters in English alphabet will not be sufficient. If I could plant a kiss on your lips, I’ll definitely plant a thousand. I love you so much and I treasure you far above rubies. I care”.
Just before she read through that, a new message arrived. She will not think twice. “That is him” she said with a big smile on her face. She’s right.
“Look outside tonight and see the stars shining radiantly. As warm breeze travels under the heavens. It is the symbol of our glow of love, dazzling radiantly till the end of time. The breeze says I will not leave you out in the cold. I love you truly. I can’t wait to see you later today”.
This time she could not hold back the tears. Her emotional bank is broken. She cannot explain the happiness within. She managed to get back into her bed while clinging tightly to her pillow before she was caught into the dream world.
The following day was a day off for her. She will be visiting him in his house. She wore a tank top with her bellybutton blue jeans. Her make up took some time to fix as she needed to get a perfect brow for the august visit. The first few hours of the visit were groovy. They gisted, ate, drank and laughed. One thing led to the other. They did it. She felt a bit ashamed and was looking down. She shrugs as she was dressing herself up. “We are going to marry anyway. So, it doesn’t matter”, She said. So, she paid a full price for part time service.
She’s been beaten and battered. How could it have turn sour so soon? He will not pick her call. So she decided to visit again to see if all is well. She returned home more wounded than when she set out. Her countenance was down as she didn’t feel welcomed. Days passed and he was not getting better. The feeling had wane. The love had doused. The fling is ended and the reality of life is laid bare in the open.
Nothing is left but a sharp pang, this time, it is that of pain and disappointment.
Let me adumbrate. This clearly explain the “theory of every man” that has been existing since the foundation of the world, that; “everyman begins with their finest wine and after the guests have had their fill brings in the cheap stuff”. It is a theory for every ordinary man in its natural state. The tide of emotion as it ebbs and flow shows the limit of man. When the feeling beclouds your sense of judgement and rationality and you’re feeling on top of the world you’re courting disaster.
Infatuation and love both glow brightly at first, but infatuation proves to be connected to a nine-volt battery. Its glow fades with time. When the voice of reasoning is conquered by the noise of feeling. It is quarter to crash. If more is being concealed and less is revealed, then that is a neon warning sign. I hope you don’t also step into the ditch; those ahead have broken their chance of going far.
Look. See. Behold. No marriage that will end in a WWE wrestling starts with a slap. It all starts with a kiss, a peck, a show of affection, a bunch of flowers. A relationship built on the surface of razing emotion is chancy. It is not abnormal. It is a roller coaster movement of emotion in motion. But it is deadly. Look beyond the feeling. Be safe.
Amore cum, ab