power, poetry & Passion

To tell this story, I have to go back, as i write the complication spread out, the overthinking each sentence. I fear i may not be doing these memories justice, I only want to transfer the feeling, the sensations, the clear brightness and tone of each experience to my readers. so you can maybe see things the way i did. feel things the way i felt. feel your lungs give way, the way mine did when i saw him. Jon.

His eyes like a summer fox amongst daffodils. Love tends to find me in the summer time, but Jon was an autumn breeze. We met at his sisters graduation who in turn is a very good friend , he flew into the country with his mother to celebrate, His gaze caught mine and after pleasantries had been exchanged, the magnetic pull between us could be felt across the room. We were inseparable, organizing games and making sure everyone had a good time.

Red string theory some call it, while discussing, it was discovered my high-school best friend was a good friend of his back home. Jon was like everything i was not used too in a good way. He saw me. And i was determined to keep his eyes in my life.

Our romance was brief but intense. He asked me out on a date that night for the next day and we almost kissed on the front steps when it was time to go home. The next day, we went from carving pumpkins, to the bowling alley and so many in-betweens.

They say time flies when you are having fun, but it flies faster when you are in love. Shortly, he was to return to Nigeria and here came the sound of troubled waters.

I want to iterate, for him i was ready to do the distance and vow abstinence until we saw again. That was never the issue. The arguments seemed unending. The war was not between us but the fact we were 6 hours in between time-zones, communication was strained but we made it work somehow… sometimes.

February 28th,

It was our anniversary, work was dull that day and he had sent me the most beautiful message and i wish i could even tell you i could see it coming but by 3pm that same day, Jon had broken up with me.

I could hear the sound of glass breaking all while the world remained silent at the same time, all of a sudden the walls in my room began to sink in. “what..why..how”

How does one go from saying how they love me and want to marry me, to ending us in the same breath

And that ladies and gentlemen is how the crash out began…..