Love or insanity

You look like the guy I met days ago who hasn’t called me, I texted. You look like the girl who refused me her number days ago, he replied. He was an absolute delight talking to, he made it easy. We could talk about any and everything, we moved from chats to long hour phone conversations in a very short while and soon talking to him became a habit. He was the first person I spoke to in the morning and the last before I retired to bed. We stayed in separate towns but he was close to me at all times. He got every tiny detail of what went on in my day and I got his. We we’re inseparable.

On a Monday morning sometime in February, my aunt was taken by the cold hands of death, she was sick and lost the battle. It was terrible news for the whole family but somehow it wasn’t entirely so for me. I was sad that my aunt had died but happy, happy that I was traveling back home, happy that I’ll get a chance to see my man. I knew it was wrong to feel joy for something as terrible as death but I couldn’t help myself from smiling as I packed my bags for the trip. My man heard the news and called to offer his condolences, he asked if I was coming home. He is excited to see me as I am, I smiled even harder as I thought to myself.

It was the longest 2hr drive I had ever taken to my grandma’s. We arrived eventually and every one was there, relatives, friends, those who came to sympathize with the family. I greeted everyone and went to my room, all I could think of was my man. I called and told him I had arrived. We had our first meet fixed for that evening, it was a date. Never have I seen the clock move so lazily like it did that day. I kept pacing up and down, looking for activities to join in so the time passes quickly. I was nervous as I was excited. It was almost time, with my favorite dress on, I went on to meet him.

We agreed to meet in a park not too far from my house, I walked happily trying so hard to keep my excitement hidden but I couldn’t. I was glowing. I was floating on thin air. My head was in the clouds. I was lost in my own excitement that I missed my arrival to the park. Awakened by my ringtone, it was a call to give me his exact location. He wasn’t hard to find, I recognized his beautiful figure and went ahead to meet him. I sat next to him and like fire our conversations started, one topic leading to the next, it was a swell time. We both a few drinks and soon it was time to go, now when I wanted the clock to be lazy, it decided to run.

We walked slowly side by side holding hands, laughing at each other’s jokes and sharing gentle smiles. The moon was up, the Night was young, everything was so beautiful like a scene straight out of a romantic movie. We slowly approach my grandma’s and I knew we would soon part. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking but he stopped walking, pulled me closer and right there, under the bright moon and endless sky, he kissed me. His lips were soft and supple. I moaned gently as I responded to what was the most magical kiss of my life. It went on for a few minutes as we were interrupted by the sound of an incoming car. We held hands and continued walking, I became a shy school girl. I couldn’t look him in the eye, but I could see his bold smile. We soon got home, he hugged me goodnight and we parted ways. I had butterflies in my belly as laid in bed reliving the beautiful experience till I fell asleep. My night was sweet but the morning that followed was bitter. I was to leave town that morning, I was beyond sad but had no choice. My sadness was full when I dialed his line and there was no response. I didn’t want to leave without saying goodbye so I dropped a message. I waited for a response of any kind but there was non. Unfortunately I left without a goodbye, I left with only memories of a memorable kiss. Hours turned into days and there was still no word from my man. Andre where are you??.