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I had my back against the wall tonight; my legs snuggled up
to the warmth of the blanket on this chilly Cape Town winter evening. It was
around 00h15 when I heard the sounds of the heavy rain drops. An Accounting
textbook in hand and Benjamin Dube on the playlist, I jumped off the bed in
excitement and ran off to the balcony. From my flat on the 5th floor
of Liesbeeck Gardens I began to appreciate the beauty of winter’s rain. A
fitting end, I figured, to a pleasant hour of trying to recall your face. We
were just young then, atleast I know your grandma’s name and her house number.
But I do not know your name my love. I am sure she has many grandchildren. The
only memory I have of you is the kiss we shared, and your mother’s car. I never
saw her. No face to match the vehicle. Looking back it seems like it was a Corolla,
with fancy plastic door handles. Seemed so fancy then when all I knew were
metal handles. I remember how you handled me. You kissed me. I would like to think you were my first. How
do I even begin searching for you? Will you come back my love? When was it? Which
year was it? I am not sure either. Before the millennium I would believe. A blurry sight, except our passionate kiss.
Please
tell me, do you ever think about me? Does it ever come back to you? All I remember
is that kiss and you being gone. Will you ever come back to me? Will I ever
know what has become of your life?
You had me at ‘Hello’,
our passion. Feels like my love has been fenced out from you my beautiful
stranger.
I wish you well! I
wish you love and laughter.
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