Memories

 

Dear Friend.

For months now, I have wrestled with the notion of penning these words of mine on paper because then it would require a box of tissues by my side, soaking away the trickles from my bloodshot eyes.

Or maybe I needed to come to terms that things would never go back to being the same anymore. Well, a little hope never hurt anyone.

I still think of our times together with fondness and I can't help the wide grin that spreads on my face when I go through our pictures. You're not here anymore but you left mementos. Mementos that plague my memory constantly.

And even though I want to delete some memories that cause my heart to twitch in pain and make me rethink my actions and inactions, my brain is quite the opposite. I'm reminded of what we were in flashes of memories.

We created memories even time can't snatch away from us. I want you to know that I don’t blame you for our falling out or drifting apart. Maybe it was meant to be. 

I wish you the very best that life has to offer and I hope you’re happy. So, here’s me just saying, thank you for the good times and sorry for the bad times, if any.

Whatever it was that made us drift apart whether distance or busy schedules, the Nigerian factor or growing egos, know that I still think of our times together with fondness.

To be honest, the real friendships I make are invaluable to me — and yours wasn't excluded. Thank you for being a part of my journey. I hope this letter finds you well. I miss you but I'm glad you're doing exploits in the lives of others. 

And just because a ray of hope never hurt anyone, if time permits, I hope our paths cross again. And this time, maybe we can handle things with maturity.

I'll be here watching you achieve those goals we talked about. I'll be here praying for you. And like Paul would say the Grace of the Lord be with you always.

Love,

Abolaji