Wednesday, June 27, 2012

OB, I love you...edited note in red

I write down this heading and I'm smiling to myself....OB, my OB.

It's been a while I wrote about you. Not like I've forgotten about you (though I've convinced myself to do that many times before), It's just that I haven't gotten around to blogging about it.

You're still like a mystery to me... you're still ever present in my life... you're still the one I call Obim, you're still the one I love

Yes, I feel like I understand you well enough but I still wish I could trust you more than I do right now.

Maybe you don't know, but I once trusted you (and you, me) until I did something, and you did something and we both lost the trust we had for each other. It still shows in our conversations...the lack of trust, but then you always say you were kidding.

These past weeks, you've been out of this world, you've been what I wished you had been since I met you. You call everyday, you helped me out when I was down financially (I had to really beg sha!) and then yesternight, you said you love me-something you've not said in forever. I think I've said that phrase to you too before but over a conversation. 

OB, I love you...and this I love you is not just a feeling, it's a choice I want to make.

Should I make it?

If you ever read this can you leave your answer here or  tell me in person or over the phone..or in a text, Just tell me Chioma Make that choice.I'll understand what you mean.    Don't bother! (I've seen the future)