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“He loves me not”
“He... he loves me”
“He loves me not”
As the last leaf fell, so did her heart. It was time. She slid the tape into her old fashioned radio, and Mozart’s Requiem wove its sombre notes round her.
Smiling, she waltzed towards the sturdy mahogany wardrobe, opening the numerous latches with all the ceremony of a Grecian priestess.
Inside, was a solitary box with the finest patterns hand painted on them, it was an heirloom, a gift from her grandmother, a gift she was to give her soul mate, a gift that would forever remain locked.
Lifting the lid, she stared reverently into the jar. Her eyes resting on the precious gifts from Tunde.
The lock of hair she had picked from the barbershop where he cut his hair every month.
The used handkerchief he had forgotten in class after the Humanities lecture, still fresh with the musk of his beards.
The letters she had written him that were never replied to, because she never sent them.
His passport photograph that she had taken from his library card, the one he thought had just fallen off. It was old and dog-eared now, she would have to get another.
Today in class, rather than listen to that boring lecturer speak on the paradigms of modern metaphysics, she would use that time to scribble on her notebook.
She would write all the names she and Tunde would give their beautiful children, she might even add grandchildren sef, after all it’s best to plan ahead.
The second semester was almost done, once these accursed exams were over, and then the dinner will follow.
Maybe she’ll pluck up the courage to ask him out, if bitchy Sara would let her within two feet, gbazaqueen like her, looking for who to transfer her STDs to. She’ll have to deal with Sara soon, before the dinner at least.
For now, she would remain unseen, unheard, quiet, dancing with her box of treasures, loving him from the shadows.
THE END.
Been absent for a while, brief sick spell. But I'm better now I hope.
So, this is me trying to put into words, deep unexpressed, and perhaps in this case, somewhat creepy, love.
Hope I tried.
