Fortnight.

Today is a day to 21st today is just a few weeks from when I told you I want you by my side. It feels like a life time my patient self is anxious. I ask why it has no answer but the look on me exhumes fear.

I'm always wanting to take a trip down the cars right outside, even now that it's in Lagos and being service that still doesn't stop me from wanting to say hello in d mornings with public commute.

Jealousy is a strange feeling to me, but these days I'm jealous of those who are fortunate to enjoy your company. Melancholy when I think about it but I remember I'm just a “good friend” to you. I smirk to the words you said.

Maybe I've never shown it but I want to receive some care before the tough love. Same way I dish it to someone I care about. Lanre walked in listened to me sulk, larked at me saying “the old ways your used to will not go down here”.

I shrugged it off as he's your no 1 fan. I had always wanted to be d dusky lad in your dream you jotted down. I want to be the man who drops a line to you because it's Monday.

My faulty ankle, my hankering heart, my amid mindset fixated on you resolute to seeing your resolve. Wonders how your doing what your doing.

It will be a month since I told you how upbeat you make me. It's been a month since I said I was keen on you. It's been a month since I confessed to you my seditious intents to go steady (court) you. It's been one month but I feel like it's been one month too long since I wrote to you.