Candie Crush (Letter 2)

Dear Love, 

Would you be happy I called you “Love” instead of “Yaa”? I am desperately trying to remind myself you’re the one I love despite this feeling I am feeling. My heart races at the thought of her, my mind gets clouded and there’s this yearning- a deep longing to hear her voice. Every moment I spent with her calls out to me, promising adventure never before experienced. But I am content with you, I think I am happy with you. Who needs sudden adventure when they’ve got the fulfillment of a lifelong fantasy? 

But her smile is so confusing, Yaa. Her eyes look into my soul knowingly. They call out to me. We danced the day we met. It was to palm wine music. She smiled and looked into my eyes then she wiggled those hips and went down. My breath caught. I looked up and looked around, I wondered if one of your friends was around but the stage lights were bright and I could not see. I walked her off stage back to our friends who had been sitting there watching and videoing us the whole time. 

We sat and she started playing Candy Crush. I mean who plays Candy Crush when there is beautiful music playing with laughter and conversation all around. I was intrigued, clearly, the object of my attention was not conventional. I would ask for Candy Crush tutorials that night even though I didn’t give a hoot about the silly game. 

Too soon it was time to leave, I realized I didn’t even know her name! The whole time we had bonded so well I thought I knew her name. 

“How ungentlemanly of me! I didn’t ask your name”, I said. 

She giggled and answered, “I don’t need you to be a gentleman, not yet. My name is Candie”

“Candy? As in sweets?” I raised a brow. 

“Well, that’s one way to look at it. But yes, Candie”

“What are the other ways of looking at it” 

“You could also think of it as our little game, Candy Crush.”

“Haha, I am crushing on you.” I croaked

“Take it easy, tiger.” She looked at my marriage band. 

I was embarrassed but that didn’t stop me. “It is time to go now. Mind sharing your contact” 

She looked at my band again and smiled. I swallowed hard, I had made a fool of myself. 

“Snapchat is better.” She said and flashed me another smile.