Score: I Loved Her First || Heartland
For the first time in a long time, I cried.
I wish I could tell you exactly why my eyes leaked but I can’t tell you what I don’t know. I guess no matter how many books one reads or movies watched, some things can never be truly understood till one experiences it for one’s self.
I remember the first day we met. It was a ridiculous night at the cafeteria back in college. You were with a friend of mine and while he and I talked, you asked for my name and what year I was in. We argued for the longest time when I told you we were in the same year because you said you’d never seen me before. *chuckle* My friend literally had to chase me away else we’d probably have ended up talking all night. Before I left, you declared me as your husband and told me since we were now married, I had no right to disappear on you again and from that moment, our friendship grew like a weed. We were not in the same department (hell we were not in the same faculty!), our timetables were as mismatched as zebra stripes on polka dots and my time was essentially split between my program and my girlfriend but somehow, our friendship blossomed. I always marveled at the way you broke into a smile when you saw me, then I realize I was smiling just as widely and then you’d go on to tell me all that I’d missed since I last saw you.
I remember the first thing you ever gave me. We were catching up after lectures that day and somehow, the conversation led to how girls always seemed to have more money and provisions than guys and I joked that you should give me your cereal. We got to your hall and you told me you’d be back in a bit and you came back with a box of Rice Krispies and two packs of milk. ‘Surprised’ would be an understatement because I was legit joking but your good heart deemed me hungry and in need of cereal. “Worthy of more cereal” were your words. LOL. I remember how nervous you were when you were to co-anchor that public speaking event; you kept worrying you’d somehow botch up your lines and I remember how proud of you I was when you SLAYED it. I could go on about all the memories we shared together in school.
Then life began to happen; school ended, ‘adulting’ started and even though we didn’t see or talk as much, when we did, it was great. I even remember when you told me about meeting oga and how excited I was for you. Thank you for being a true friend. There aren’t many people out there who know how to be that but you did and you are just that with seeming effortless grace. You were not always there but if I ever needed you, I knew you would be. I didn’t know what loving a friend so purely and genuinely meant till I met you and I am more than stoked that you found someone to share the rest of your life with. I pray that your union oozes joy, beauty and happiness a billion times more than you could ever wish; I pray that our Father, who is Love itself, would show and teach you the way and the sound of laughter and happiness would never leave your new home.
I still don’t know why I cried. But I suspect it’s cut from the same cloth as the reason why some fathers cry when they’re giving their daughters away; a weird mix of sadness at losing their daughters with happiness she’s found a home for herself and pride at the woman their baby girl has become.
No matter what you change your last name to or how many kids you have, you’d always be the girl I met that crazy night at the cafeteria, who stole my ice cream, and along with it, my heart.
Happy married life, dearest Moyin.
I love you.
Your friend, Cavey
P.S.: So ummm, do you have cereal you’re not using?