Dear Adeola-Mi

I’m going to make this very quick.

I don’t exactly like the idea of writing to you.
I’m not sure I am looking forward to meeting you.

Up until some weeks ago, I’d have gladly written you a love letter so evidently filled with my love for you. I’d have told you how much I can’t wait to hug you continuously. I’d have told you your smile will be the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. I’d have confessed how glad I’d be to be doing life with you. I’d have even driven into a dream world where I’d stare into your eyes and see passionate, burning love.

But you see, right now… Nahhhh

I’m at that stage where I really don’t want to bother myself about who I love romantically. Or who loves me romantically.

I don’t look forward to you.
I’m not dreaming about you.
I’m not expecting you
I’m not thinking about you.

I am basically living my life without thoughts of you.

I don’t know if it’s a heartbreak that I have not been able to nurse well.
Or if it is just that I’ve gotten more responsibilities at work.
Or if it’s all other projects I’m currently working on.

But I’ve been thinking of my future. What my life would look like in 3, 5, 10 years.
I can see where I am deeply successful. And famous. And greatly fulfilled.

But you know what I can’t see in it? That picture that doesn’t quite fit in it?


Orifunke Lawal

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