The other day, I said to Oyam my friend:

"Oyam, I can't number the times I've had to keep from picking my phone to say hi, after thinking a whole lot about you. I end up discouraged from reaching out to you because I keep wondering what exactly is on your mind concerning me, and how you'd take my saying "hi" if I say it.

You are one friend I'm watching slip away, with so much pain in my heart. It is so hard to bear, and I wish it were not so.

The last time I asked 'how are you', your answer was so brief, it made me feel you weren't ready to talk to me. It seemed like a confirmation of my thoughts that you desire to sever every form of communication or connection with me. You didn't even ask how I was.

I miss those days when we'd chat for hours, late into the night, and I basked in the euphoria of this new friend that was so sweet beyond measure.

I had to go the extra mile to learn some words with which I could communicate in your language. I felt our friendship was one to last for a very long time, and one to grow beyond all we had at the time. Was I wrong to have felt this way?

I miss you so much my friend, and I am not ashamed to say I want you back in my life and in my cycle.

I do not think you've ever had a glimpse into how much I regard you, how much I have you in mind, and desire more than we had before we started to creep far apart.

Come back Oyam, and when you do this time, don't go away anymore. Stay with me.

I wish I had not sustained this silence; I wish I had not sustained the mindset that you wanted things that way. But I guess it's time to make things right once and for all, permanently.

Oyam, please let me know what you feel about all I've just said."

@ogboleagala

© Ogbole Agala