Based on an almost true story 🙂
I heard that you guys had broken up- you and Aboagye.
It filled my heart with hope for a few seconds- until reality hit me.
You see, the thing is, with you, I never even stood a chance.
We are on two entirely different planets, you and I.
Your legs have never been bitten by mosquitoes, whereas every mosquito in the Greater Accra Region knows my blood type.
Aboagye gave you the Accra-Dubai-Paris-Accra life. I need to save to buy a bus ticket to Kumasi.
You are way out of my league.
And even though I’d do one hell of a job loving you, you will never give me a chance to.
But then again, that’s your loss.
You’d never know what it feels like to be loved by a poor man.
I don’t have money to shower you with.
I can’t afford a bouquet of roses, a Louis Vuitton bag and Christian Dior perfume.
But I will love you with the love that walks some extra kilometres in the scorching sun to your house just to see you.
I will love you with the love that whips up poems to make Shakespeare feel unaccomplished.
The kind that money cannot buy.
You will see that love in my eyes when I buy you a dress, because you will know how hard I worked to be able to pay for it.
You will feel that love when I stand by the urinal outside my house at 11 pm to say goodnight to you because that is the only spot with good reception.
I will give you random hugs- hugs for no reason, hugs when I remember how lucky I am to have you, hugs to let that guy who is admiring you know that you are mine, all mine.
You will feel the love in my voice when I say I love you.
I will look at you like you are my most prized possession- because, indeed, you are.
Yes, that kind of love.
Even if I can’t be the one to love you, I hope you find someone who can love you even half as much as i would have, if i had been given a chance to.