I loved him when he was just one face; a face that was vague. I loved him when I grew; but I was preoccupied with the other few. I loved him too; even as I didnt spare him a thought or two. I loved him as he was fading; though I was afraid to save him. I loved him when I stared into his eyes; even as I looked while trying to hide the tide of tears. I loved him even as the rage threatens; and the doubt overpowers my senses. I loved him. I loved him once. I loved him then. I love him still. -Tundun Abiola
Posted on: Sun, 03 Nov 2013 20:59:05 +0000
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