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The longest period of longing.

The longest period of longing.

Berrie

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Based on a true story as told by generations past, of the power of love. A spiritual love, a love that transcends time and place, a love that needed only the assurance of the heartbeat of the other.

Chapter 1 An end like a beginning

"Come and join me to eat" I said to him a bit shy of the way I ate. Infact everything about me gets extra shy and clumsier whenever I'm with him. Infact I hated myself! Like why should I chew so loudly? Who chews veggies that way?! I managed to look at him again, but this time he was staring straight at me. Still lying down face up with his legs crossed and his arms crossed over his head resting on his forehead. Only his eyes were noticable, I guess because they were opened and bore into my core.

The way he stares sometimes...his dark eyes could hold no emotions sometimes and he'll be quiet and still while he stared. As if he could know everything he needed to know when he stared at me that way. And sometimes after a while of intense stare those eyes would shut, while he's still quiet.

It unnerves me that sometimes I thought he was angry or something, It was safer to think this than to think Oslo was reading my soul like a book. It felt safer.

I gently rubbed one of his foot in black stocking, getting his attention and he opened those eyes again, this time they are reddened.

"Would you eat? " I repeated softly

He sat up on the bed and gazed down on what I was eating.

"No, I'm fine" He said, his red eyes gazing down on me.

" What did u dream of? " I asked him

He hissed and shooked his head in pretend disgust and laid back down.

"Come" he whispered to me while gently moving his body on the bed to make more space .

"Come" he said again as he tapped the bed closer to himself.

" I need you, please come"

And those were the very words that still hurt till today. They hurt because I never came closer. I ran away. I met love and ran away. I was never ready, not at seventeen, not at twenty-one, not at twenty-five when he travelled to Australia and sent me a "serious" letter saying 'hi', and asking me how Nigeria is and if I would want to come up to Australia to "see" how different things are. He ended his letter saying "Trust me, you'll love it here, please come".

Now I'm thirty-three, I'm getting married to the love I understand and think I can settle with, and here is Oslo's new Letter in my hand. It must be a psychological issue to love someone so much and yet want them very far away.

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Chapter 1 An end like a beginning

24/01/2025