Brown lover

Esther Nnaemeka
@esthernnaemeka604300
9 months ago

His favorite color was brown. He said it was so because brown reminded him of old wisdom, a sage, a wisdom that could only come with age. It also reminded him of a tangible passing away. A loss that one must feel and hold on to in order to be able to feel at all. Whenever he wrote, he would always write with a brown coloured pen, most times thinking out loud how nice it would be to have brown ink on white paper; a beautiful synergy. Not because the combination was so pleasant to look at, but because it left a lasting impression on one's mind, engraved to one's senses because it was not usual. Perhaps that was why we were together for so long. He was not usual. I had never really known what I desired my relationship to be like; whether or not I wanted it to be defined by love or a mere desire to be with one another. One thing I knew however was that I did not want a relationship that would make me happy. I had learnt a long time ago that happiness was the most dangerous thing one could expect from a relationship. It demanded so much from you and when it eventually left, it left something almost empty, something so small that one could almost neither remember nor forget it. So, rather, I desired stability and contentment. A relationship where I could go out and come in everyday knowing full well that nothing would change, all would be the same, regardless of the happenings around us.

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