LETTING GO

“I forgive you”. That I said as I looked deeply into the eyes of the man who made me a woman. It was a very quiet night; we sat close to Wave beach. Sitting nose to nose to me is the man whom I had come to love. 

Wax was every woman’s dream but for me, I never dreamt. Maybe, just maybe the reason he kept coming after me. We met at a conference, I was representing my company and he was one of the spokes persons. His eyes were glued to mine all through the conference and while I visited the female rest room, he was on a visit to the males’ as well. 

Our part crossed the third time as we took the same flight. I hate coincidence with consequences. The seat next to mine was empty and he asked if he could join me.

“Sure”, I replied shyly. I guess he must had seen my naivety because I couldn’t hide the feelings been close to him brought. As much as I won’t like to talk about his masculinity, I am tempted to. Wax was the first guy I knew to smell so good you could almost lick his fragrance.

We alighted from the plane together and he offered to carry my luggage. “But yours are heavy”. I protested lightly. He paid no attention. Pictures of his tender face kept flashing through my mind as we made our way to the waiting cab man.

His sense of humour was so strong I almost choked. He had a way of touching my palm lightly to make emphasis. It was time for us to depart. I could feel my eyes burn with hot cascade I hid.

“I will call you” he kissed those four-lettered-words into my ears. I trebled so hard I never knew it was obvious till I saw him support my back with his strong hands. All I could do was to nod and immediately jumped into the waiting cab before I made more ridicule of my lineage.

With so much sleepless night of lovemaking and exploring boundaries, I lost myself completely to him. He never for once gave me chance to feel unloved and that was all I needed. I never knew how deep I was into him.

 He was out of the country. Some days passed and I found myself in the hospital. I was driving home from work, his thought filled my heart, I did not see the on-coming vehicle. I was not so injure and he flew in immediately the news reached him.

So love can be this true and intense. If only I had someone to scream in my face, Meg wake up!!!! Never knew I was wallowing in the wilderness of imbecility and idiocy. Wax stopped calling exactly a year after we met. I tried everything humanly possible but the excuses he gave made me sick.

  

He moved out of the country for three months straight. That made it difficult for me to reach him. If he was going to behave this way, he should at least tell me what I did wrong.

I had to move on. Losing my job was the high price paid for the ineptitude to function effectively. I was at the verge …….

TO BE CONT

written by:omolarawrites

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