FRANQUE’S RELATIONSHEEP:A Love Story

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The day I met her I thought she had a screw loose.

I was visiting my brother and we had been watching ‘Grey’s Anatomy’, my brother and I.

“Mine is still in good order.” I heard my brother say.

“Well, mine is broken. Ok, not broken, just ermm…” The new voice shook me fully awake, for I must have dozed off. Without turning, I opened my eyes and checked my surroundings: cream plush carpet pressed against my cheek; olive curtains covering the window slightly parted to let the sun in; chrome tv stand with a ray of sun bouncing off it. Location confirmed, I turned my attention to the voices: my brother’s familiar deep calm voice. The other was very animated. It was obvious she was passionate about the subject being discussed – Guitars.

Not believing that my nap was disturbed because two grown ups would not agree on the state of a guitar, I got up and, not looking in their direction said “It may as well be broken” as I walked past them. The silence that greeted my statement was welcome, but too late – I was up already.

My brother introduced us but I forgot the name as soon as it reached my ears. When my brother left for work later, I was left home alone with her and, obviously bored, she suggested we did some sparring.

What?!

She had been taking martial arts classes and I looked like a likely sparring partner. No thank you! Ten minutes later I was thankful that she chose sparring as the ice-breaker. That was when conversation revealed she also took shooting classes – home taught.

The next time I saw her, it was in Lagos at the Galleria. I had gone to see ‘Cairo Time’ with a friend, her friend and her friend’s daughter.

Halfway through a very boring movie, I had gone out to meet up with another friend who was travelling that night. We were standing just outside of the entrance talking when I saw her.

I cannot remember why I looked up, but I remember how I felt when my eyes locked with hers. Everything and everyone seemed to fall away as I was transported to another place, another time. I remembered things those eyes had told me in the past. A past where those eyes had gazed upon me with love and affection; they had smouldered with wanting and desire; danced with mischief and merriment; blazed with anger, and died with betrayal.

Unable to bear the emotions evoked by that gaze, my eyes travelled lower and stopped momentarily at her lips. Lips neither too thick nor thin, just the correct amount of fullness; lips soft and rounded, with super sensitive rims; lips that quivered with desire, trembled with fury; lips that told me how much I was loved, spoke of how detestable I became. Memories seared my insides like so many shards of glass, causing me to look at her nose sitting so tiny and pretty in the middle of her face. I dwelt on nostrils that flared whenever she was agitated. A phenomenon I first noticed that day long ago when we touched, first foreheads, then noses before locking lips. In the moments before our lips touched, before my world was turned on it’s head by sensations too intense to describe, I noticed the nostrils flare.

That day at the Galleria, all these flashed through my mind and I was already covering the distance between us, leaving my friend standing there, when I realised she was in the company of two others. A girlfriend from way back who I went ahead to hug, whose cheek I pecked – “a side of sugar” – I called it, and a guy. His head was turned toward her so I completely ignored him, shook her hand almost formally and then walked back to my friend.

I saw her again at the movie concession stand and we exchanged almost imperceptible nods.

I found out recently that she may be getting married to the guy from the Galleria, and it got me thinking: Maybe I should have paid her more attention on that day; Maybe I should have fought harder for what we had, what we shared; Maybe this would have been me she was getting married to. Maybe not. But I will never know because I just nodded her way that day and kept walking.

For a long time I pitched my tent with my brother in the hope that one day she would wake up to realise someone is missing from her life – this woman whose name I will never forget; That it would dawn on her as the only explanation for the set backs she had experienced in love. That maybe when that happened she would come back here to this place where we first met. I hoped that maybe she would not mind that I have lived a life without her, at least I would have ‘been there and done that’ so that there would be no need for a ‘Hall Pass’ in the future, no curiosity to satisfy. Maybe she would accept that I already have a son and still love me none the less. Maybe she would love my boy too, at least she would have no worries in the ‘CanHePerform’ department. I promise I would not have minded about her past, we would have kept it as just that – PAST.

The one thing she would have known for a fact is, when we got back together, I was not going to move because without her there has been a big hole in my life, an emptiness on her side of the bed.

The day I met her I thought she had a screw loose. Now years later I realise the one with the loose screw is me, for I will gladly stand out in the rain or under scorching sun, no sleeping bag necessary, waiting here in this corner for the reason why I can not move on. This much I have come to admit to myself

PS: This is not a love story, this is the wishful thinking of a young man too undisciplined to do what needs to be done, and too cowardly to say what needs to be said.

This is not a love story, this is a FAREWELL story.

Franque

Franque

"Franque is in aviation, which by the way is not his job, just a lifestyle. If he ever kept a diary it would read like his articles will. Unfortunately he doesn't. Scratch that. He didn't.AIRtiquette is a walk in his shoes. Since regular isn't in his vocabulary, brace yourself for a bit of airwalking!" Follow @franque_521 on twitter.

35 comments

  1. I think there should be a caveat that say readers should hold their hankies wheneva we are about to read a Franque article.

  2. franque its not too late since shes not yet married maybe you should mail her dis note since you cant tell her to her face maybe den she ll realise then that you re the missing link

  3. Franque na wa o… Seems like u have broken a lot of hearts! Why na? U need to decide what u want and understand d 80/20 rule… U need to sit up!

  4. Hmmmm Franque d box ov kleenex wuz still very useful. U jst got a room full ov gurls (my frnds) teary-eyed. Oh nd dis write up puts a song in my head (i rily lurv “the script”). Thanx 4 brightening up my Fridays

  5. Another Friday family, n another round of thanx-givin:
    @ VM: wetin o?
    @ Mateely: iHave long wondered y women cry. If u kno why, seek out the post from my past n post ur comment dia;
    @ iKnow: we already hav one of such situations on 360nobs, don’t want it to be our stock in trade;
    @ SMH: the trick question usually is whose 80/20? As for breakin hearts, me sef smh o;
    @ Miz Parker: since iGave u a heads up, u don’t get to charge the box of kleenex to my account.
    Guys, 18th of May’ll make it 1yr since iStarted bloggin here on 360nobs. iWill post a thank you note here on that day. Someone asked me for a present n in response iChanged my Bio foto to one that more closely resembles me than what iHad there b4.

  6. Its amazing the way you share your story, especially knowing that its all true. The fact that you are man enough to tell the story is awesome in of itself.

    I do wish you would say the things that need to be said, or maybe I’m just projecting as the same female character in anothers story(minus the getting married part).

    Nways, I’m sure you’ll figure it out soon enough. This was beautiful to read yet again. Greetings to Zite 🙂

  7. @Miss Parker, title of song is “man who cant be moved” by the script. *runnin away*
    @Franque, i’m sure she would realize you neva stopped luvin her.
    Beautiful read as usual. It alwayz works out in the end… #jstsayin

  8. Eerrrr lesson teacher Ijay i dnt remember saying d title ov d song wuz “d script” i said i lurv “d script” and i cn give u a list ov all their songs thank u very much.

  9. Well written Franque. This is so real and inasmuch as we all love love stories, we also have a couple of farewell stories under our belts. The most important thing is that we learn from the result of our choices.

  10. Franque, this is a request for an article. Reading your stories, I know if I was in your shoes and I could hit the rewind button, I would. So, could you write an article about your biggest regret?

  11. @ Neefemi: iGuess in time iWill figure it out, n Zite is too busy feedin to acknowledge salutations tho iKno he heard;
    @ iWill try n make up 4 dat on Tuesday *wink*;
    @ DL: iHail ryt back;
    @ HRS_C: those there said more than words to me;
    @ Nena: Thank u, thank u;
    @ Ijay: it really don’t matter anymo, iJust hope she’s be happy where she is;
    @ Ijay n Miz P: U both obviously love “The Script” kinda lyk me *hugs*;
    @ O_Oghene: Learnin na the main thing.
    Do ff @franque_521@gmail.com on tweerah, u never can tell if he’ll be in ur hood at some point.

  12. @ Neefemi: iGuess in time iWill figure it out, n Zite is too busy feedin to acknowledge salutations tho iKno he heard;
    @ iWill try n make up 4 dat on Tuesday *wink*;
    @ DL: iHail ryt back;
    @ HRS_C: those there said more than words to me;
    @ Nena: Thank u, thank u;
    @ Ijay: it really don’t matter anymo, iJust hope she’s be happy where she is;
    @ Ijay n Miz P: U both obviously love “The Script” kinda lyk me *hugs*;
    @ O_Oghene: Learnin na the main thing.
    Do ff @franque_521 on tweerah, u never can tell if he’ll be in ur hood at some point.

  13. @ Ready: Maybe iJust did. Lemme think about it n iWill let u kno if there’s anoda story to top this one. In the meantym, read my posts on schmoozelounge.com for my “way back when” stories every other Wednesday.

  14. hm! I’m just getting to this cos i just finished my exams yesterday(u didnt call to say gud luck o just saying) i wud say amazing read but its kinda too close to home. Y u waited till the well ran dry before u missed ur water is what confuses me tho. But i guess u can never really begin a new chapter without ending an old so farewell schatz and hello to a different kinda relationsheep. P.s i do luv ur son. Big nose n all lol.

  15. I can trully and honestly say that I sooo love you..and this sweet sad ‘farewell Story’ just made my cold morning warm, because I didn’t notice my cheeks were warm till the tear fell on my chest…

    Your love life might be a rollaer coster but how you put all this together…leaves me wanting more…

    You are loved..

  16. I can trully and honestly say that I sooo love you..and this sweet sad ‘farewell Story’ just made my cold morning warm, because I didn’t notice my cheeks were warm till the tear fell on my chest…

    Your love life might be a roller coster but how you put all this together…leaves me wanting more…

    You are loved..

  17. @ Stranger: No excuses, no apologies, just a hope that ur exams went well.
    iCould not possibly hav asked u to put ur lyf in Pause whyl iSorted myn out, plus we both kno iAm not the sharpest tool in the shed – u’v always been smarter than me.
    PS: my son loves u too.

  18. Chei, I’m late, friday was crazy so I totally forgot 2 read…I’m sorry
    Ehen as always, great read, fortunately I’m not a cryer(except I’m mad) so ur saved d cost of kleenex…I’ve learnt something though, never let anything u feel go unsaid cos u never know wat wud happen tmao, its never too late, she’s not married yet nao abi?

  19. ahn ahn una want make oga break d girl relationship eh? Abeg cut ur loses, learn ur lesson, and move on to d next abi d babe na one of a kind? If ur saying her love life has been unfortunate since u n now she’s found a guy she wants to marry abeg leave her be o she’s finally happy n if she’s as special as u make her sound then she has a right to be happy. Wish her well n buy her a wedding gift.

  20. I refuse to to psychoanalyse you again. I just watched ‘Something Borrowed’ and in the spirit of that film don’t let anything stand in the way of your happiness 😉 That asides haha you have broken many hearts sha 🙂

  21. @Miz Parker, it’s jst my way of being troublesome.. The script…probably hve all their songs. Wld ♥ to hve the songs u hve though jst incase I aint got it.

  22. frank am in d same shoes wt u.lovn a girl who i dont think loves me anymore bt i just wont let go…so bad dt wn i talk 2 other i feel lyk am cheatn on her! Imao

  23. Beautiful piece of work….Ur surely blessed! Can’t wait 4 that day when all ur wishes will come to pass. Ur article has a way of getting to my soul!

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