Love in all its metaphors
*Coughs…., proceeds to dust cobwebs…….its been a minute, I know, i’m sorry, I promise I'm back now…..
Everyone is the hero of their own story
Maybe this is the start of mine ..
I thought I was ready….
I had read books, written poems, and dabbled in art.
I had witnessed memoirs of love dedicated to an unseen muse.
I knew of love as grand as Noah’s ark and fickle as the Titanic
I often imagined mine
I lived in every scene, daydreaming at night, and reminiscing by day,
Fantasies became memories and reality never existed.
I was a professor in romantic theory, and yet
I fumble in practicality...
I built up walls that rivalled Everest,
My defence was so Impregnable, it made Mourinho proud and with one look they fell like aerated cabin biscuits…
A tactical genius who embodied self-control
So how do you explain my demeanour, with the way I smiled you would think she oozed dopamine.
She asked for my name, and I swear I forgot,
The name tag I had borne for 23 years and counting…,
“Just breathe”, I heard my brain call to my heart
My heart forgot to drum out its systolic rhythms.
In a daring move, I asked for an impression of herself
Preferably in a JPEG format
She sent JPEGs and my screen froze to wake up its processors
This beauty needs a full battery
“I scanned through her physical features absorbing each detail, like an unserious student preparing for a last-minute exam,
Her dimples were elusive, they only greeted a select few
A monogram left by the creator of creators
It was an honour to behold them
Call it blasphemy but I swore the sun came up so the heavens could take a screenshot of God's masterpiece.
I needed a reply but..
There was a delay...
My reflex motors moved involuntarily to her will
I felt a bit dizzy, like there was a shortage of air in my lungs
so this is what they meant by “ you stole my breath away”...
It’s been a while since you walked into my life and permanently moved into my brain.
I try to work
But how can I?
I’ve had a report due by 10 and we’ve been texting since 9:58
Every single byte sends signals to my brain
Encoded messages flow in like binary
Her power over me, like the touch of the Holy Spirit.
How I could tell the difference in her notification from others I would never know
Maybe My phone seemed to chirp a little happier
But when I saw it, the edge of my lips ran towards my ears
You would ask have you truly fallen for her
And I would respond,
“ If we were currencies, she would be the US dollar AND I naira, and only God's intervention could pick me up again
Call me crazy but It’s 2 months 20 days 5 hours 2 minutes 30 seconds till The nexus event…
This is a Two part series written from two points of view, Kindly check out the second part on Erica! page with the link below,
JUST TAP HERE
PS: I’m a big fan of Erica! and getting to work with her has been a dream come true. She has a way with words that makes you feel at home, I’m so happy I found her.
If you enjoyed it, Clap, follow, Engage and subscribe for more, Also check out Erica!’s Piece
