Once upon a time, an imaginary time visible and amicable. A time of enduring romance and pain staring in the act of love.
This is how the story began.

The day was bright and sunny, the usual time that got me locked in my room reading all the scars designed on my body and brainstorming the holes on my reach.
Far beyond, meditating and postulating. My phone rang, reaching out to get it, my little fingers panting and taking off untidy clothes on the bed.

I immediately glanced at the screen. Ohh! Adekunle. (A flash power brought my senses to reality).
Hello bro, what up? I warmly asked.
Bros, I dey gallant ohh! Are you still coming over for the party? He said, (Adekunle, with his cracked voice, gets our communication in relative).
Yes, sure!...