"I love you my baby boo. . ." ". . . Don't call me that. . ." "Ahan, so what should I now call you?" "Whatever you like but not that name used in all those worldly relationships. . ."
Goodbye Jerreasonable
It would make more sense if Jerry and I was taking a walk on the beach right now. I thought to myself.
We took a walk down the street. And I do not exactly enjoy walking with Jerry on a busy road. The noise on the streets which included cars hooting, people shouting and all that, distracts me from savouring the moment.
"So did you miss me?" Jerry asked.
I was walking right next him, but I was lost in my own thoughts. I can't remember what I was thinking about, maybe it was something the two girls who were walking behind us had mentioned. For a moment, it appeared like I snubbed him.
I was walking right next him, but I was lost in my own thoughts. I can't remember what I was thinking about, maybe it was something the two girls who were walking behind us had mentioned. For a moment, it appeared like I snubbed him.
"I see you don't like walking and talking." he said.
I sensed a bit of anger in his tone. "Oh, I'm sorry. I'm just not in the mood." I lied.
"I know you. I get it. You'd prefer we sit down to face each other while we talk."
"Hmm. . ." I thought so too. "I'm sorry." I quickly apologized.
"It's okay."
"I love you my baby boo" I said, with a sound of laughter in my voice.
"I don't really like that name. Don't call me that dear."
"Ahan, so what should I now call you?"
"Whatever you like but not that name used in all those ungodly relationships. We are not like them. We are different. "
I sensed a bit of anger in his tone. "Oh, I'm sorry. I'm just not in the mood." I lied.
"I know you. I get it. You'd prefer we sit down to face each other while we talk."
"Hmm. . ." I thought so too. "I'm sorry." I quickly apologized.
"It's okay."
"I love you my baby boo" I said, with a sound of laughter in my voice.
"I don't really like that name. Don't call me that dear."
"Ahan, so what should I now call you?"
"Whatever you like but not that name used in all those ungodly relationships. We are not like them. We are different. "
You are right. I don't like it too. That was the first and last time I ever called him Baby boo.
Jerry loves it when I address him with sincere, warm, and lovely names. Now, these are the names I call him - My magic. My heart. My love. My hero. My king.
Yeah. I also like it when he does same to me. I blush when he says I am - His wonder. His baby. His love. His world. His queen.
Each of these names mean a lot to our relationship. Jerry and I are as real as we can ever be. Everything happens so naturally.
Jerreasonable no longer exists. He's gone. But I have 'My Magic' here now.
. . .to be continued next week. >>>
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Stop tripping. Lol. So what do you call that special person?
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Written by Nwamaka Ajaegbu
Twitter: @Amakamedia
Email: amakamedia@yahoo.com
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Written by Nwamaka Ajaegbu
Twitter: @Amakamedia
Email: amakamedia@yahoo.com
Heart Rays . . .giving out the light.
