I love to write about Katerina. Because she doesn’t mind that I write about her or that I use her real name. It’s not often we find friends who allow us to write about them and so when we do, we are cautious to not squander the chances. So Katerina, same Katerina I wrote about in the previous post. I said she makes good eggs remember? Yeah? How would you not anyway! There’s alot to tell about her. Like how she loves her friends with a love so natural. Like how she can talk from Nairobi to Tala and back. How she loves her coffee black without sugar. I don’t know how she consumes that stuff because me, ‘No sugar, No coffee.’ Anyway, why I have featured her here today is because she inspired this post. I saw this word Je t’aime on her status yesterday. Being who I am, I took to my heels to Google it. And viola! A letter was birthed. If like me you’re seeing this word for the first time, let me save you the time by telling you what Google said. Je t’aime is french for ‘I love you.’ There! Now that we’re all reading from the same page, let’s proceed.
Once upon a time, there was a woman who was in love with a man. She loved him exceptionally that she wrote him a love letter and posted it. He’s reading it right now.
Dear Fair-Haired Boy,
See! You have met unforeseen success, far beyond your desert, just by virtue of being loved by me. Because there is always a ‘Dear Love’ for every gesture of care and kindness you show me.
See! Most nights, I lie half awake imagining you are here. There’s no one I’d rather be stealing blankets from. I feel the mellow warmth of your breath as it would fall on my cheeks. I imagine the heat of your body pressed against mine. I imagine the hardness of your muscles nuzzling against the softness of mine. I am consumed to the hilt, by the desire to be with you. Because every time you take me in your arms, it feels like coming home to the only place I belong.
You see! It’s the charm of your smile. That smile you do with your eyes. Audacious of you to express sincere emotions. It kindles a burning and glowing flame in my heart. It compels my thoughts every day. Sometimes I feel like my heart will shatter with all the longing and anticipation I feel when I think of you. I can’t tell you how jealous I am of the people who get to see you everyday.
See, it’s your tall hugs. Those big arms that press my head to your chest, they shut out everything leaving me at the full blown pleasure of your heart beating steadily against my cheeks.
See, I long to feel the softness of your lips. The way you kiss me with much presence and rhythm, overwhelms my body. Your lips perfectly fit mine. I love those quick pecks you shower me with. I love your soul lingering kisses the more. They make my toes curl and I shiver with amusement. I couldn’t explain enough how wonderful that is. It feels like seven minutes in heaven. I feel warm and fuzzy inside. My heart races. My body tingles and chest rises. I close my eyes subconsciously and everything becomes sensational. Like a wonderful dream.
See! I still haven’t washed the sweater I took from your house the other day. The shirt too. Because they smell like you. I like to put them on and imagine your arms are wrapped around me. You can be quite rigid but also have such a soft touch. Whenever you take my hand in yours, I feel cared for. My love for you has never wavered even in the shallow draught we have at times come across, nearly sinking the ship. It is as real and unchanging as the sky. You know why. Smile!
Je t’aime sir, warts and all.
Your favorite chapter.
Sign: with love