I miss him..

Staring at the walls have now become my thing. I no longer know when I move from being conscious to my now constant state of seeming unconsciousness. Except, I am not really unconscious cos in those states I come alive.

I can see myself smiling and running about with my Dele. The sounds of his laughter fills the air. Oh how wonderful he looks when he smiles. His penciled nose and wonderful cheekbones are heightened by the growing smile and become so visible.

He is running towards me with arms open wide and here I am reeling in the attention. It ass feels so nice, the level of niceness that you only get from a romantic novel. Only this isn't my fantasy, but my reality.

Dele is every every woman's dream. A perfect gentleman well built and perfectly shaped. God's own creation not just for anyone for me. My man!

I remember how we met like yesterday, I had lost my purse and had no money on me and was stranded. I saw him seated in his now usual spot under the mango tree. He had not only helped me out but made sure I was okay and he kept smiling all through that I just concluded he was an Angel.

The mango tree soon turned into our mango tree cos we spent good, perfect and wonderful times there, making memories that I'd never forget. Those times were magical. No! Magical is insufficient and dosen't do justice, they were simply beyond words.

Soon after I became Mrs Dele. The Joy I felt wearing his ring on my finger. My smiles were golden and if they were appraised would have sold for a million dollars. I love my man, oh my Dele.

The breakfasts in bed, the loving atmosphere, the times together, even the fights and quarrels, everything reeked of love. Dele my love.

How he holds me and twirls me in his arms. The subtle way he tickled me and made me feel like a baby, his baby.

The way he tucked me in bed and sang for me on long night where I couldn't sleep. That voice became my sound and I his muse. We were and will forever be a perfect Duo.

Lara! Lara! Omolara! You are gone again.

I finally hear my mother's voice break into my thoughts. "See the food I placed there for you to eat, you have left it untouched" she rebuked. Dele is gone and not coming back, God bless his soul. Eat my child, she begs.

I couldn't hold back the tears as she spoke, It felt like I had not cried enough, that I had just started to mourn all over again. No! Dele can't be gone, he was just hugging and holding me minutes ago.

I miss him, I finally manage to say out loud In a whisper.

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Author's Epilogue

What a day today has been. My phone died and I could not come up with this article on time. I'm glad I was able to combat sleep and drop it, I hope you like.

Thanks for reading..

Mhizrutty the voice of truth 🎵🎶🎵