Letter to my Lover: It’s been three years since you left, but you haven’t replied my letters


Letter to My Lover

It’s been three years now since you left. The memories we shared are still fresh in my mind. I don’t know how life over there is, but I truly miss you.

Remember that morning when you walked up to me, you were lost and your big eyes were very red, maybe out of frustration. You walked up to me; tall ebony god you were.
“Hello, let me help you with that” you said smiling.

I didn’t oblige. We soon got to the entrance of my house. “Please I need your help, I am lost. Can you help me with a hundred naira? I lost my wallet”. Your pleading eyes boring into mine.
“Sure, give me a minute” I rushed into the house and came back with two hundred naira
“Thank you. God bless you” you said, almost kneeling down. I had never met any guy so humble, polite and gentle. You walked away but turned back
“Please, can I have your number? ” you asked, your lips curved upward.
Right from the moment I met you, I knew you were the one.

A new friendship begun. Weeks later, you told me you needed me in your life and that you couldn’t do without me.

“Yes, i love you too”, I cooed. A week later, you invited me to your house. Your friends thought I was your cousin. Remember when Ken asked you ” Peter, this one Na your cousin? ”
You shook your head, declining.

Everyone in your yard said it was child abuse. I was just fresh out of secondary school and you were a fresh in the University. Everyone thought you were abusing me, but we knew we were in love. You gave me joy, happiness even in the darkest times. I wouldn’t say we never quarrelled, yes we did. Remember when your ex girlfriend, Yemi said she would commit suicide because you guys were not together anymore. You stopped talking to me for days and after a week you called and said I couldn’t do without you and begged you to come back. Anytime I wronged you, you also apologised in my stead.

I was a virgin, you weren’t. I told you I wanted to keep it for my husband, but you insisted ,saying you were going to marry me in the future.

A year after, we made love. A lot had changed when I gave you my body, you loved me more, cherished me and gave me your all. The best days of my life was spent with you.

You gave up your happiness just for me, oh! Baby, I would never find any one like you.

That early morning, you called me, you told me not to leave the house, because of an uprising riot in school. It was the election day, you had contested for the SUG president position. ‘Honey, I warned you never to take up that form, but you didn’t listen. Baby!!! I warned you, honey! I told you such position was for the core men on campus, but you didn’t listen. You said the people needed you, you were always that upright person. They said you were the right person for that position. They forgot others forces ruled the school too.

It was 10:00am when I heard the first gun shot that morning, my heart beat skipped like a scratched CD. Something was wrong with me, I was shivering. Every body had ran into cover. Even the police at the school gate, were nowhere to be found. The second time I heard the gunshot, I passed out. How did I not see this earlier, our souls were intertwined. I usually dreamt when something bad was about to happen. The core men on campus had shot you on the head, your brain scattered on the ground.

Your supporters had all run away. Oh honey!!! You died, you didn’t even think about how I would cope without you in my life. Your three years of stress, hunger, spending were gone. You left me with nothing but sadness. Honey, you had promised to be always there for me, but you broke it.

Now I am alone in this world, because no one can love me the way you did. Your love was one that was agape.

It’s been three years now, I have been sending letters to you. For years now, but you haven’t replied me. Babyim, Honey moo, Sunshine please reply my letter. I will be waiting for your reply. I love you today, tomorrow and forever.

Written by Glory Asuquo, Creative Writer at Core Magazine Africa


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I am the Founder and Executive Editor of Core Magazine. I hold a Bachelors Degree in History and International Studies from Bowen University. I am the Author of "DARE TO RESEARCH". I have written and published over 16 Academic Research Articles. I believe in an ideal that all persons irrespective of their race, class or status can influence the society with creative writings and constructive thoughts to the point where they can succeed and develop their skills to seize rare opportunities.

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