Everyone calls you “iron lady”, they say you are hard to get, every guy that has ever tried has also failed. They say one cold look from you could send even the toughest of men running home to their mother with their tails between their legs and tears trickling down their faces. I too can testify of this, I know this is true because it almost happened to me too.
Do you remember the first time we spoke ? Well, I did all the talking and you didn’t even listen. You rolled your eyes in all directions, you hissed at me, you looked at me with a piercing stare like I was a jobless overly infatuated teenage boy with nothing better to do than to run around chasing things he can’t handle, like dogs chase after cars they can’t drive. Maybe this was why they said your heart is made of steel.
Do you remember the question you once asked me? That day you got fed up with my undying love for you and you screamed at the top of your lungs for me to leave you alone.
Chioma, do you remember the question you asked me? I could never forget and even though you spoke once, I listen twice.
Why won’t you leave me the hell alone? What do you see in me? Why won’t you leave me alone, can’t you see I’m bad for you? Like sugar in the tea of a diabetic old man, I would spoil you with this sweetness but at the end of the day leave you bitter and just when you think that’s the worst that could happen, then it gets worse. What do you see in me, don’t you know that I could be the death of you ?
These were your exact words.
Do you remember how I gave the same answer to the one thousand and one questions you asked?? How could I ever forget the look on your face when I told you that all these I do for love. Because I love you. How could I ever forget the look you had on your face, even if it lasted for just five seconds, it was a rare mixture of confusion and surprise and a touch of whatever stands between love and pity. It was the first time I ever saw a ray of light travelling through your dark eyes. The first time I saw you glow.
They say you are tough, they say you are hard to get but this love I have for you is patient, undying and unending. I will wait for you.
Chioma, even if it takes you two days or two hundred years to see my love for you, whether tomorrow or next ten years, Chioma I would wait for you, I would wait.
#Late Night Muse.
#His_Storyteller. #Stay Inspired.