When I Met My Long Lost Love
My friend and I decided to chill in a small snack bar after a long, crazy day. While we munched on the egg-less egg roll that was served, we had the normal boys talk about love, present relationship and exes. We dwelt on the subject of exes and every negative detail we could ascribe to them.
When it got to my turn, it was the same all-too-familiar sad story my friend, Justin, knew about. I’ve been in love with this beauty—Lim—for years. Our love was solid, at least that’s what I thought while it lasted. Until she left me, just like that, without saying a word or leaving a trace of her whereabouts. Since she’d been gone, all efforts to get in touch with her proved abortive.
The worst kind of pain is when the one you once believed considered you valuable cut you out of their life. Lim didn’t even have the decency to let me know before breaking off the relationship. I was sad, distraught and heartbroken for days. And to be honest, I still missed ex. My friend and I offered ourselves reassuring words to soothe our pain.
What happened next was the shocker of my life. As I was turning to beckon on the waiter sitting at a corner, my eyes caught the image of somebody familiar. I looked properly. Guess who was standing few metres away, behind me? My ex! Same ex! She was giving me the cold stare from where she stood, behind a glass door.
I blinked several times to be sure the person in the same room with me, just few tables down, was the same heartless wench that walked away from my life years back.
“Lim?… Lim!” I stuttered in disbelief.
On seeing my ex again after many years, those beautiful memories we made came rushing back. She still looked just as enticing as ever, a pointer to the fact that a long separation doesn’t always kill those strong feelings you thought were buried. I was jolted back to reality by my friend’s voice.
“Ekene, Wetin na?” Justin asked, obviously puzzled by my sudden reaction.
“Didn’t you see her?” I asked him.
“Look” I pointed my finger briefly in my ex’s direction.
“See Lim o,” he muttered.
He was as shocked as I was.
Lim stood right there, still staring at me. Why was she staring at me like that? And for how long has she been standing there? Does she still care? I thought.
Beads of sweat ran down her face. She looked gorgeous in a lemon green dress that revealed her svelte shape, and those perfect curves like that of a 35cl bottle.
I tried ignoring her for hurting me so bad, but this didn’t work. I couldn’t stop myself from screaming her name and ordering her to my table, in a manner deserving of the cruel woman that she was. All eyes were on me. I didn’t care.She wasn’t properly seated before me when I grabbed her waist, put my lips on her lips and kissed her as if I intended to suck the life out of her.
I think, this time around, LIMCA is Back! I hope she stays.