Delight Chilegide Olumati

I remember the first day we met. The smell of air on that day was that of burnt love and lost desire for what we craved. It was on the 20th day of my worst month. I remember how you felt like the baby I’ve long lost and finally found. I remember how you held me close, so much for someone you had just met for the first time. I remember seeing you and remembering all the words she told me about your smile. I remember holding you close. I remember being all over you. I remember your words to me. I remember how beautifully you held my face and how calm you made me feel—your stranger as I was.

You’ve always been beautiful and this couldn’t feel better than how full it feels.

I love how you bring poetry to me with the lines of your lips and the words in your tongue, I love how you arrange love in the feel of your touch and the sound of your laughter. I love how you presented love to me from the beginning. You bagged it in the face of the unknown and gave it to me in perfect bits.

The introductory part of your heartbeat and just before I got used to it was in those shapes your hips couldn’t help but form. It was in those sways and yays, those turns and twists, the first of you I saw was in the stream of your own sweat on my flesh. It was in the sound of your voice to my name. The first of you I saw was in the darkest space you could ever be and it was imperfectly comforting.

You’ve seen me in my purest form, you’ve called my name in the worst ways, you’ve said words to me when letters bailed on you, you’ve shared your lowest in those moments. You’ve been there…just there and that has been enough.

I miss those intense I miss you days when we were too busy or life was just too much for us, I miss those comebacks and reassurances.

I wouldn’t ever pass on a chance to write about us and tell of how we ever came to be. How it came in one of the worst ways and in my worst month. I wouldn’t pass on a chance to remind life that it stood atlas & if it ever leaves, I’ll remind it that it was worth every strength.

I’ll write more letters to you but for the time being, remember that for all you’ve been you’ve been my teacher. A reminder that we get to choose our happiness and it can be found in the smallest of places. For all you’ve been, you’ve been my father, you’ve taught me that as the little child that I am, I deserve all the care, affection and love I could ever ask for. For all you’ve been, you’ve been my friend. You’ve been all I’ve ever asked…you’ve been enough.

I wish to end this letter to you and until I pick my pen to write some more, remember that love lives here, that my heart beats for you and that the energy we’ve invested in us still has air.

Yours Lovely,
Delight Olumati

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