I thought of you today,
No face as usual… just a feeling of what a “you” would be like.
I hope you don’t cough too much
As they say people do… or dream of me.
Actually, I hope you do. -__-
Do you think of me?
What with all those girls that fling boobs and ass… ugh!
I really do doubt it…
You must dream of me this night oh!
I don’t usually dwell on thoughts of you but then, this baby came to work…
She’s so cute and soft… oh I want her!
She made me think of you… ( ._.)
I wonder if we’ve met or not…
Wonder what it would be like… or was like.
Did you know? Feel it maybe?
I’d like to hear your story,
How you felt… what you thought… that your heart skipped a beat…
I’ll laugh at you, but secretly be all awwn :’)
We’d date for forever…
And be like an old couple.
We’d play like children and make fun of each other like rivals
And they’d be fights and arguments…
I’ll always be ready to go.. to back out.. to retreat
not because I don’t love you, but because I keep expecting you to realize I’m not worth the stress and go.
… and you’ll always have to draw me back and make me know through good and bad, we’ve got each other’s back.
And people will keep asking, “you’re still together?”
Till it becomes “get married already!”
“will you marry me?” You’d say.
And like proposals of old, I’d cry.
I’d grip the ring in my palm shut tight, and ask you if you’re really REALLY sure.
I’d try to convince you of this mistake you’re about to make… how you’re about to ruin your life
.. how lame & mad &emotional & untidy I am…
the ring in my palm… still holding tight.
♥ ♥ ♥
In a white gown from Kleinfield, I’d say my vows.
I’d have run your ears ragged about the search for this “ultimate ” dress.
You’d pretend to be interested and be rolling your eyes inside.
But your heart will stop when you see me (it had better if it knows what’s good for it)
My makeup would be a mix of powder, tears and wasted money…
The dress, completely forgotten, as I say my vows…
Scared and unsure…
But I’ll grip your hand tight, before God and man,
and promise you my heart, my body, my all.
♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
“TAIWO! OPEN THE DOOR!”
“C’MON I’VE SEEN YOU NAKED! I NEED TO PEE!”
“THAT WAS JUST LAST NIGHT! YOU CAN’T COME IN HER WHILE I’M POO-POOING. GO AWAY! Go and pee in a bowl and pour it in the kitchen sink.”
“That. Is. Disgusting. Gross!”
♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Let me shave your beard some days…
That’s my number one fantasy.
And knot your ties to work too…
I’ll get a new signature,
forget my old surname,
and giggle when people ask, “how’s your husband?” or call me Mrs. X.
I promise to learn how to prepare your best meal…
Even if its amala; The devil’s small chops -__-
They’ll be the bad days and angry days
But don’t stay mad at me…
I’ll try not to stay mad either.
We’ll sit together and argue it out….
We’re in this for this long haul boo, might as well get comfy.
Promise to hug and kiss me to bed each night and allow me do it if you forget.
I’ll wash the plates, you’ll clear the table,
We’ll work out together.
Surprise me with texts,
NO… hide notes around… we’ll make a hide and seek game of it.
Our nights will be marvelous.
I’ll be your goddess… your fantasy… your everything…
♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Then the pitter-patter of little feet… mini-mes’ and mini-yous’
They’d break things and say silly things and fight and be a joy.
You’d be strict… try to be.
but I’ll be the strict one and you’ll be the pushover dad.
Their feet will get bigger and smellier and we’ll attend graduations ,
And I’ll cry myself silly when they leave for uni.
And oh! They’d be a dog or two.
Empty house… bigger family.
♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
… and sometime later,
When the grand-kids are too cool on their flying scooters to visit,
I’d hold your old, veined hand in mine… please don’t die before me 😦
Your face, wrinkled with age but still as dear as the first time we met.
I’d whisper “I love you”
as my life’s essence departs…
As the decades of my life flash by
and the fragility of time comes to a still.
I’d kiss you.
One. Last. Time.
♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥