By Omari Jackson
It was difficult the day I saw her image, and as I gazed at her picture, my heart’s beat increased and I felt the world would not be the same again for me.
I said, “Honey…” and lost my capacity to continue. Her voice was calm, and full of life, when she said, “I mean it,” and tears came down my eyes.
Her message, sent to me on facebook, said, “I’m a very weak woman,” and I could hear the echoes of her anguish of tears.
I said, “You’re worried for no reason, Honey P.”
She said, “I was afraid of losing you.”
I said, “What happened?”
She said, “I just don’t know.”
My hand shook at the thought of her anguish, and I blamed myself for that. For starters, Honey P told me that love was in her heart for me.
At the time I said, “Honey P, isn’t love a dangerous animal?”
She said, “Sometimes my heart would want to break.”
“Why?” I said, “Haven’t I told you, you’re the greatest thing to ever happen to me?
Then she said, “I was so afraid.”
I said, “Afraid of what, Honey P?”
She could not reply and I could hear her breathing, so hard.
I said, “Is honey not sweeter than even sugar?”
She said, “It is, honey do you believe that?”
Her question hit me on my face, and I laughed at that one. It was apparent that her reaction was due to the accidental removal of my facebook content that made it difficult for her to access it. I did not realize it at first and so when I was able to understand the reason of her agony, I rushed to my facebook account to fix the damage.
Having repaired the cause of her anxiety and reassuring her of my undying love, I said, “Honey P, you are reaching an unfortunate conclusion.”
She said, “How could I not reach such a conclusion?”
I said, “You realize I did not mean it?”
She said, “I am so weak now.”
I said, “Huh?”
She said, “Yes.”
I could no longer allow the woman of my dream to shed unnecessary tears for me, and I had to move in to assure her of my undying love.
I said, “Give some meaning to your tears, Honey.”
She said, “Am I losing you?”
I said, “No, honey.”
She said, “You can say that again.”
With that reply, I assured Honey P of my growing confidence in her. Our love was in its infancy, and we were yet to make it official. The thought of meeting her the very first time was building up in my lanky frame of body. For truly speaking, Honey P was an angel, and her pictures proved that to me.
I said, “Honey P, you’re an angel.”
She could no longer control her tears, and she said so.
“I’m trying to be.”
I said, “Honey P, you’re already my angel.”
She said, “Thank you, love.”
I said, “Remember there is no one but you.”
She said, “I’m confident now.”
It was enough for me, as a smile came on my face.
I said, “Enjoy your day, Honey P.”
She said, “So long and take care of yourself.”
Though we were writing to each other, it was like we were sitting face to face. My heart jumped with gladness, and as I signed off from my facebook account, I was reassured of Honey P’s faith in our enduring friendship. With the thought of Honey P in my heart, I slumped on the couch, and before long I was dreaming, meeting Honey P again in memory lane.