Igniting an old flame
Could Richard be the one? This is one question I’ve been asking myself in the past few days. Funny thing is I asked myself the same thing some years ago, before our relationship hit the bricks.
I’ve always said Richard is the love of my life. You see, I’ve had boyfriends before and after Richard and none of them made me feel half the way I felt when I was with my Richie.
He was friends with an acquaintance of mine from school. We knew each other but from a distance. Then in my final year, I moved into a new hostel and guess whose kitchen was just opposite mine, this tall, dark and handsome guy with the most beautiful smile and a body just as beautiful as it was lustful. Yes, the guy was Richard.
I will admit that of all his very attractive physical attributes, it was his smile that got to me the most. He lit up the whole room and my heart whenever he smiled, falling in love with him was very easy.
Now, if you know me well, you’d know that I’m not easily swept off my feet. I’m that no-nonsense babe that was sort of not in touch with my emotions. But being with Richard made me a completely different person. Being with him made me realise that when you love someone, you’d go out of your way to do anything for them.
Why am I telling you a story of my ex you might ask? Well, a few weeks ago, one of my close girlfriends ran into Richard. She called me immediately to tell me how good looking Richard now looks.
“There’s no news there,” I said. Richard has always been good-looking, some might call him drop-dead gorgeous. Then my friend asked me why we broke up in the first place.
“You two were so perfect together,” she said. All my friends say that, even after Richard and I broke up. I didn’t need them to tell me what I already knew. Richard has always been the love of my life.
Then why break up? I’d say our break up wasn’t official. We were incommunicado for almost a whole year during my NYSC year and things kind of went downhill from there.
You see, I was posted to a remote village with no electricity and network coverage, so Richard and I couldn’t communicate as often as we used to. We tried to work things out afterwards but it just seemed like the damage was irreparable.
When my friend called me to inform me about running into Richard, I called him. We talked for a while, it felt good.
We’ve not stopped talking ever since. It’s been three years since we broke up, and all of those emotions I hadn’t felt in so long are coming back. He feels it too. He wants to take me out on a date.
As I write this, I’m contemplating on how to respond to his request, I’ve left him on “read” and he has sent me three question marks already. I have a rule to never go back to my ex, but it’s Richard. If I’m to get back together with anyone, it has to be Richard.
I keep telling myself it’s just a date, doesn’t have to mean anything. But another part of me is saying “it’s Richard, with him it means everything”.