“Hey babe!” Shola spread out his arms to hug me and I fell into his embrace, taking in his woodsy scent. He cupped my face and tried to kiss me, but I stopped him with a finger on his lips.
Looking straight into his eyes, I asked the question that has been on my mind lately. “Do you love me?”
He stared at me in sheer surprise. As if he had never expected such to come from me.
Shola and I had been dating for two years now and never had he said the three words every woman wanted to hear her man say. I love you.
My heart beat rapidly as I repeated the question. “Do you love me?”
He stepped back to look at me again as if I had grown two heads. I waited for a response but he just turned away and sat on the couch.
“Saying the words out, would it change anything?”
“I want to know,” I replied.
“Okay… okay…” He threw his hands up in surrender. “I love you, are you okay now?”
“What else do you want me to say?” he asked.
“Why do I feel like you just want my body?” I just said my thoughts out. “And that you don’t want anything serious with me?” Maybe that’s how I feel around him.
His eyes widened. “Why would you think like that?!” he snapped at me. I jumped a bit at his harsh tone. “What else do you want me to do? I am always here anytime you want me to, I’ve been a shoulder to cry on, I’ve given all I have in this relationship but just because I haven’t said those words to you means that I am just here to use and dump you?” He stood up from the couch and started towards me.
I could see the hurt written all over his face. “Think about it, two years and I am still the same man you fell in with! I am still with you!”
He stopped just a inch before me. “Simisola, are my actions not enough to prove to you that I love you?” he asked with a serious face.
A tear slipped down my right cheek. “Look at me and tell me, have I ever treated you wrongly?” he asked.
“Have I raised my hand to hit you?”
“Have you ever caught me cheating on you?”
“Have I ever hurt you in anyway? Tell me and I’ll apologize to you,” he said
I shook my head. “No,” I replied.
“So what? What else do you want Simisola? Haven’t I done enough?” he whispered.
I clasped my hand over my mouth to stop the sob that almost erupted but I failed.
Several minutes passed and no one sad anything. We just let silence fall in-between us.
“Come here,” Shola opened his arms and hugged me. “I’m sorry, I yelled at you.”
It wasn’t his fault, I had pushed him to lash out like that. I had been wrong to think that he didn’t love me.
“I’m sorry,” I apologized to him.
“Maybe I should have said those words to you,” he muttered. “I don’t want to see you cry again.”
He withdrew from me and stared intensely at me. It was as if his eyes bored into my soul. “I love you!” he said boldly, with love and endearment.
His actions were enough to prove that he was caring and had my interest at heart.
Mr. Right turned out to be wrong? No, my Mr. Right turned out to be right!