She loved him. From the very first time she set eyes on him, she knew their souls belonged together. His large round eyes always looking shyly like he was afraid they would hurt her. He never looked into her eyes, not at the start or maybe not often or she just didn’t recognize.
The day he asked her out, he said “I would like to define this”. Part of her desired to wear a plain face like she didn’t know exactly what he meant but the blush smile gave her away. Her, stomach grumbled in Spanish as if excited he wanted more from their friendship than just the jokes and confidentiality they found in each other. He held out her hand and she gladly offered hers, fingers interlocked they strolled down the busy street, picked up maize from the old lady at the corner who roasted while breastfeeding her baby. He knew she loved maize, “would this be a prefect start?2 he asked, “Are you saying this is a date” she asked as if unintended, “would you mind if I said it was?
He knew her perfectly and he knew that she wasn’t the type that loved to dress up and sit out. She loved street food and roasted maize in particular would buy you a land title in her heart. “It’s perfect,” she said. It’s at that stall that the never ended love story begun.
They spent every minute of the day together in fact they breathed and ate each other, that’s how much time they spent together that all the other friends felt ignored but thank god most of their friends were mutual, but even then, the friends often asked if they never got tired of each other in each other’s faces.
Love never tires, he always said. One day he had to leave the state for another and she couldn’t travel with him because she had just started life here and also needed him to go ahead and prepare ground for him to join her. That ground never happened even when they kept visiting each other time to time, the distance and the weariness of life didn’t allow them. Some months went by without visits and eventually the communication hit rocks. They trusted each other and they knew they had each other despite the distance, what they didn’t know, were the temptations and demands of growing up would take toil on them. He cheated, she never found out but somehow made up a story of a drunk night and one night stand that came with a baby. He hated lying to her but also feared to break her heart. She believed him even when she knew his alcohol consumption was in-existent. She thought maybe the loneliness and new friends got him drinking at a point. He promised it was nothing serious until he said “I don’t want my child to grow up with another woman not his mother”. She tried to hold her wreckage till she returned home, but knew it was the beginning of the never-ending story…