4 Magic Word

"There are two kinds of Love. The first kind of love burns just like the sun shines in the day and then it dies at night. The second kind is like the moon that's there all the time. The sun doesn't let it shine at day but it shines to shed light in your darkest night. This kind of Love that burns through day, night, storms, and never fades is the kind I have for you, will you be mine?"

It feels just like yesterday when I read the little note you sent me. Yours was totally different from others. Back then (HS days), my friends and I use to read our love notes together. We'd look for ibon --> [bullets,errors, incorrect english et all] and then laugh our butts off. We never took the notes serious. I look back at how childish we were hahah.

hmmmm Everyone around me talked of the 4 magic word. Everyone was doing it and I was the only one left out. Those that were not doing it claimed to be doing it and they pretend so well, you'd think they were experts at it.

Teenage years - the time you struggle to fit in, to find whom you are, and be in vogue. Knowing my past, I couldn't confide in anyone but I wanted to know the 4 magic word. I wanted to feel it. Back then, i was addicted to novels, romance articles (hints & hearts.... true nigerians go sabi am). People share their experiences in what I read. Although the stories differed, they had one thing in common --> the 4 magic word.

I have to feel it. I have to see for myself. Experience is the best teacher. I need to know this as much as everyone else. I embarked on my journey and I knew I needed a boy to achieve my goal. Many boys came along but they meant nothing to me. Some became my friend, others hooked up with someone else. With what I had read it was supposed to happen naturally, and I wasn't feeling what I was reading with those I had met. Just when I was about to give up, you came along and proved me wrong.

Who would have thought it'd be you? You were the one I disliked the most in the classroom. You were always on the noise maker's list (which I wrote of course and add * 20 so you could get whooped more than anyone us). You were mean to my friends (my lil clique- all guys) and I couldn't stand it. You were the big(those wey dey claim levels for HS) arrogant boy.

You wrote the blue note [above] and you called the title Burning love; I was astonished. I knew what you were capable of and I knew you were a player but I was ready to play along. Afterall, I was ready to feel the 4 magic word. I read your note alone. I didn't bother to look for errors like my friends and I did. hahahahahah! I laughed after reading your note because I knew I had a mission to accomplish. We were young and we couldn't make it open. Nigerian HS (high school) and American HS are totally differently. You can't be seen kissing in the hallways. You can't even hold hands. We had to make ours secretive since no one was permitted to date in school. Others dated outside school but I didn't know what you wanted with me. You called yourself my boyfriend and I called me your girlfriend.

Nothing changed. I spent more time hanging with my boys. You were always getting mad and I couldn't understand why. You're not thinking of doing what I read, were you? These people didn't rush into it, they took time and I was taking my time.

Seconds grew into minutes, minutes into hours, hours into days, days into weeks, weeks into months, and months into year. ohhh I felt the 4 magic word at last.

{To be continued...}