Perfect Blemish

Hi
How’re you?
Today I missed you
I was wondering how you were faring.
How is work? Is it still tedious?
Have you finished building our million – dollar mansion?
Thoughts of you kept rushing through my mind

Today, after a whole month of no church,
I went to church
I was at the church where we first met
Remember?
The church where we planned to marry
The very church we dreamt of christening our babies at
Or was that all me?

I was at church…
…but I wasn’t at church
Because all the while the preacher gave the sermon,
I thought I was already condemned
I kept turning and turning.
I was hoping to see you
It has been 18 months and 3days since we met
Or I left?

I would have said church was fun
Because everyone seemed really happy
But then again I don’t know their reasons

My mind was wandering
I think I was in India
Remember how we planned to have
Our honeymoon there?
We would have gone to Mumbai and Punjabi
We would have danced to their numerous songs

I think I saw Alex
He’s married
Remember how we used to tease and taunt him
“The ugly duo”, he called us
He has a beautiful son
A fairly pretty wife
He has the family he has always wished for
I think I envy him

I remember when everyone thought we’d end up married
Rather
I left
No, you let me go

Oh, memories of my time…

Today is Sunday and I’m all alone
I’m lying, like old times
I have this diary with me

Today in church Aunty Christy gave the announcement
Remember how excited she gets when she gets to
” bans of marriage”
I think I heard your first name
I wasn’t certain
Yet
My heart skipped a billion beats
I started to sweat
I had to get out
I thought you were getting married
I knew it’d happen soon
But I’m not ready
Yet

I got to my seat and took my phone
I was in the middle of sending
An “I miss you” text when I heard that voice
I raised my head slowly
Actually, I did that quite dramatically
And there you were
You were standing beside a curvaceous lady
You gave me no time prepare
Raising my head from my diary, I took a sip of the Sapphire bottled water. *sigh*

“Have a happy married life, and I hope you do all the things you ever wanted to do in this institution”. I didn’t write these in the diary. These are my last words to him. They are too precious to be burnt”. I silently closed the diary, and made a small fire. After a few reads, I tossed the diary into the fire, smiled and went for a drive.
I don’t recall how I got home, but I wish this person shaking me would stop.
“Where am I?”, I screamed in my head
But the voice that spoke after was so gentle and soothing. Slowly, I opened my eyes

“Oh thank God you’re awake. The kids wouldn’t let me cook them breakfast”
Silence.
“Are you still angry? “, he said with concern written all over his face.
Silence.
“Hmmm. I’m really sorry for every bad thing I said. I really am.”
A smile.
I wasn’t angry. I was relieved.
If he knew how glad I was to be home.
All I remember is going for a drive. Wow, that was some crazy dream I had.      He’s still staring at me confused.
Still smiling, I got up rather clumsily and hugged him.
“Well, I take it that you’re not angry”
“Not at all”
A giggle.
A stare.
“I love you, husband”
“I love you too, wife”

Asiedua Yeboah