A Complicated Story

 
Written by Jacob Osae |
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Turn your magic on,” to me she said. “Everything we ever dreamed of is a meter away, for we will be legends from this day, we are diamonds taking shape; we are gold being refined into radiance.” How mellifluous, her words pierced my heart. These were endearing words, she spoke to me in a dignified fashion. When I held her by the waist and looked into her eyes. This was not so complicated like rocket science. Little did we know that our love was an adventure of a life time. It would not survive the test of time.

 

I can’t go on any more,” to me she said. “Our love was a dream that died before the light of day, so take your half of the sky and let me go my way, I won’t consider my choice, my mind heard my voice.” How gruesome, her words bruised my heart. These were distasteful words, she spoke to me in a condescending manner. After she left my hands and started to walk away. Can I call this complicated?  A complicated story indeed. And now I feel my heart beating, yeah, I feel my heart racing underneath my skin, because she made me feel like I am going to die again.

 

Next time I meet her I ask for an explanation. I was not going to give up on her. But she turns to my face and blurts out; “I can’t be with you.” I ask why, she replies “it’s complicated.” What a complicated story. A dream that faded by the light of day. How pain can have your heart decay. At this moment, all I needed was a cord of comprehension, this story is complicated, sophisticated, it leaves me agitated, but it can’t be debated and all I need right now is for it to get sublimated.

 

That day I was empty, seeping a cool drink under the cozy sunlight. Then the news came - she was dying...dying! Dying of what? More complication, this needs no hesitation. So, I run to see her, hoping to coax her, so we can get back together – so she could be stronger. I moved closer to her bed to see her face, having lost some intrinsic grace. She tries to smile. She struggles, am touched by her agony. I then hold her by the hand and say to her, “turn your magic on, everything we ever dreamed of is a meter away, for we are legends every day, we are diamonds taking shape; we are gold being refined into radiance” I move closer and look her in the eyes and add… “If we’ve only got this life, If our love is an adventure, oh then I want to share it with you, yea with you, yea with you, after all it not so complicated at all.”

 

So, she died excruciatingly. All these while I thought she was complicated, she was rather dying and could not bring herself to tell me the truth.

 

 

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Author: Jacob Osae
Jacob Amanor Osae was born in Ghana and attended the University of Ghana where he studied Physics and learnt Creative Writing on his own. He is a Poet, Song writer and Screen Writer, Short story writer and Comic book writer.

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