To Him, Who’ll Never Get To Be My SpiderMan

For the whole month of February, I will be posting a letter of gratitude to the people who have contributed immensely to the woman I am today. Some letters I’m thinking of sending to those I’ve written about and some I hope are never read. This will be the first time I post daily. So I am really keen on seeing how it will turn out, both for me and for those who follow this blog. I look forward to your thoughts and feedback in the comments section below. The theme for all the letters is that ‘We Are Stories’ and I will be telling mine in #29LettersOfGratitude for a whole month. If you would like to join me (PLEASE DO!!!) remember to link me in your posts.

I am so tempted to send this letter though … but I shall not!!! Hello from South Africa ❤ Thank you all for continuing on this journey with my #29LettersOfGratitude ❤

 

When I talk about you.
Accusations from those who’ve seen us together, follow.I think you always knew.Why else would you let an intimacy between you
and a subordinate blossom?Even with the decade old difference between our years,
you still gave me all your secrets for safe keeping.Then there was that Autumn afternoon when I saw you cry.

We were alone,
but obedience insisted you’ve never been mine to comfort.

I believed you when you said ‘you’d be fine.’
But that never stopped me from mentioning your name in all my prayers.

Thank you for teaching me love isn’t always rewarded with a ring around my finger.

Thank you for having answers,
even to questions I wouldn’t know how to ask.

Thank you for being with me at midnight.

 

So that when evil lurked to devour the impure,
I was always found hidden in your warm embrace.

I can still recite your every melody,
even in my deepest sleep.

Thank you for being just a mortal.

Resisting the beast that sought to find a dwelling place,
in the insides of your rib cage.

Oh and thank you for offering to give me driving lessons.
Even though I’ll never take you up on that offer.

I just don’t think ‘alone together’ should be a place we frequent.

Thank you for being the origin of my first endearing nickname,
I adore the fact that everyone uses it now.

Thank you for tracing all those awful nightmares to hidden fears,
that birthed my writing.

Since this might be my last letter to you.

I thought I should confess…

I’ve never once prayed for us to have our very own forever.

I suspect even back then.

The future always knew,
we would never have romance as a memorabilia.

Do you remember the last time I was inside your flat?
Then later you walked me home.

Side by side we strolled,
You talked and I giggled.

Thank you for showing me,
that love isn’t all that complicated after all.

Thank you for hugging my heart,
when I expected you to lay your hands on my head.

Thank you for telling me you’re a great cook,
when you could have asked if I was instead.

Thank you for being the only love,
that’s never left a scar.

Thank you for being insecure about your ‘mature’ age.

I still chuckle when I remember all the apps you downloaded,
so we could be closer.

Thank you for making my friends laugh whenever you were around them,
that ensured that they never got tired of hearing me talk about us.

Thank you for making every effort to understand me,
to figure out even the dark tidbits that haunted my dreams.

Thank you for panicking each time,
you felt our familiarity slipping through your mighty fingers.

I still get goosebumps.
When I think about the texts you sent me at the Convention Center.

Thank you for finding a million little ways of saying ‘I love you Nawo’

Without ever leading us to sin ❤

Cover Photo By: Smangaliso Tshabalala 

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Have you ever been able to let love to just be pure love, without complicating it with what you wish it can be? Is there someone you believe you will always love forever and ever?