The Love We Created

The Love We Created

I was so certain I’d never seen him before since I moved in three years ago. I couldn’t have forgotten those strong and beautiful hands moving with elegance as he wrung a flower printed shirt and hung it on the line we both shared. I tried to picture him in the shirt, deciding it didn’t suit his aura. He exuded raw and powerful confidence mixed with pride; something flowers failed to display. I imagined those beautiful hands wrapped around me. “This is madness!” I said to myself.

I watched him from my window as he moved about, taking the dried clothes off the line later that evening. He stopped for a brief moment, moving his eyes quickly from my window and back to the line. I wouldn’t have noticed if I wasn’t staring. I hoped he hadn’t caught me gawking. That would have been pretty awkward.

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“Did I imagine her curtains sway?” I asked myself as I folded my clothes neatly into the wardrobe. I thought I felt a pair of eyes on me. It’s possible my obsession is making me see things. She hadn’t gone out today possibly because of the stay-at-home eddict. The mandatory holiday couldn’t get any better. She could have all the time she wanted with the guy that spent almost every night with her since the lockdown. Her nightly screams didn’t evade me as my two bedroom apartment was right beside hers. sometimes I had to spend the night with my friends as I couldn’t take all the noise, obsessed as I was.

I awoke with a start and check the time. It was just 2 am and I was certain I wouldn’t be able to go back to bed considering what had woken me up in the first place. My ‘hot as fuck’ neighbour was at it with her boyfriend.

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I had just gotten back to my apartment after my daily jogs and was about to head into the bathroom when he knocked on my door. I ran all the way to the door with a big smile plastered on my face. He looked perfect as usual except he had a frown on his face.

“Hi! good morning.” he greeted.

“Good morning. Sleep well?”

“I didn’t. Try to keep it low next time with your boyfriend.”

He just walked out after that. My smile was wiped off.

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I couldn’t keep my emotions in check. She had the guts to enjoy her night and I couldn’t even get sleep. I was pissed off and not bothered at all by the way the glistening sweat disappeared beneath her tank top.

“God help me!”

She paid me a visit that evening. I was ashamed of myself but she told me how she was raped repeatedly by her uncle as a teenager. She couldn’t let me have a different notion from what had really happened. The nightmares haunted her daily. She wish it would go away. She cried heavily on my couch. My hands wrapped themselves around her of their own volition pulling her close for a hug. She flinched for a second and then relaxed slightly. She looked so fragile that I thought if I held onto her too tight, she would break into pieces – several of them.

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He paid me visits every other day and helped me deal with my fears. Sometimes, he would sleep off on my sofa as we both saw a movie. I watched him sleep on those occasions never for once taking my eyes away from his face until my eyelids had begun to feel heavy. During the day, we played games and cracked jokes. On one occasion,  he told me that on the 4th day of May, 1904, Mr Rolls and Mr Royce agreed to form Rolls-Royce.

I became stronger after a week. My nightmares ceased and I could sleep peacefully. I was so happy about the progress that I ran into his arms and pressed my lips to his. he held onto me for a while before pulling away. He told me he had fallen for me. I smiled to myself later that night as I slept in his arms.

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  1. You never cease to impress me Oreoluwa ….Keep it up ..
    It’s a beautiful piece

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