You're dying. I'm sitting here amongst the remains of the frame that once held you in place. I'm a murderer. It all happened so fast. I was asleep and I did it. I rolled onto you and I ...I broke you. I forgot to place you on the dresser like I usually did. I'm sorry. I was supposed to love and protect you. Cherish you. I have failed you. I remember the first time I sighted you. I deplored. Groaned. "Ugh! It's too plain! I said I wanted leopard printed frames, what is this ?!". My mom pleaded with me to 'just manage'. Nigerians, pfft. I didn't want to just manage! I didn't want boring purple glasses. I gave her the silent treatment for an entire week. I planned to kill you. Intentionally. I laid out the ways I'd send you to an early grave. I contemplated 'mistakenly' stepping on you. Then I thought that'd be too obvious, so I thought I'd throw you inside a pot of okro soup. My elder brother caught me whilst I was about to carry out my rather foolish plan. I had to wash his clothes for an entire month to keep him from telling on me. I decided to beg God to take your life for me. After waiting for about 3 weeks, I concluded he didn't love me & moved on. I stopped trying to get rid of you.
It took me exactly 3 months and 4 days to fall in love with you. You used to help me find my pen that I'd leave behind my ear and be looking for. Because you don't like to share your space. You helped me hide my tears, a lot of times. And for all the times you'd fall and not break, I say, Merci. Now, I sit here, waiting. I need you to pull yourself together for me. I need you. A voice in my head says I should tell someone. My mom, perhaps. That you're beyond saving. But no. I choose to ignore it. This superglue is going to have to perform a miracle tonight. Only then shall it be known as the top superglue in all of superglue kingdom.
Please, live. I won't forget to keep you away from where I can crush you at night ever again. I don't want to listen to 'someone like you' by Adele and be able to relate to it. No! I need you to stay, for me. I'd be a better owner. I'd stop yanking you off vehimently like those spies whenever I want to be dramatic. I promise you'd be the only one to grace my face and I'd be the only one to view the world through your eyes. When people hit me with 'Hey! Can I try your glasses ?!', I will shake my head vigorously and render a resounding NO. I sit here in the midst of your remains. Pen and paper in one hand, writing this ...letter. I'm going to read it when you survive to remind myself of these promises I've made to you. Bible in the other, begging God to prove his love for me and save your life, this time. Superglue inches away from me. Giving it the 'don't fail me. You wanna be the top superglue or nah ?!' eye. I hear the clacking of my mother's heels. They're getting louder. I'm not sure I locked the doors. I've got a lot of explaining to do.
It took me exactly 3 months and 4 days to fall in love with you. You used to help me find my pen that I'd leave behind my ear and be looking for. Because you don't like to share your space. You helped me hide my tears, a lot of times. And for all the times you'd fall and not break, I say, Merci. Now, I sit here, waiting. I need you to pull yourself together for me. I need you. A voice in my head says I should tell someone. My mom, perhaps. That you're beyond saving. But no. I choose to ignore it. This superglue is going to have to perform a miracle tonight. Only then shall it be known as the top superglue in all of superglue kingdom.
Please, live. I won't forget to keep you away from where I can crush you at night ever again. I don't want to listen to 'someone like you' by Adele and be able to relate to it. No! I need you to stay, for me. I'd be a better owner. I'd stop yanking you off vehimently like those spies whenever I want to be dramatic. I promise you'd be the only one to grace my face and I'd be the only one to view the world through your eyes. When people hit me with 'Hey! Can I try your glasses ?!', I will shake my head vigorously and render a resounding NO. I sit here in the midst of your remains. Pen and paper in one hand, writing this ...letter. I'm going to read it when you survive to remind myself of these promises I've made to you. Bible in the other, begging God to prove his love for me and save your life, this time. Superglue inches away from me. Giving it the 'don't fail me. You wanna be the top superglue or nah ?!' eye. I hear the clacking of my mother's heels. They're getting louder. I'm not sure I locked the doors. I've got a lot of explaining to do.
