A DAY IN AN AFRICAN LESBIAN’S LIFE 39
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
When Farewells are bade,
I so miss you!…
Eve read the tiny card as she absentmindedly stirred her coffee.
Danai had left awhile back but not before making her breakfast – scrambled eggs, done as she loved them – with some onion and green pepper, a slice of whole wheat bread and a cheese griller.
Laying back against the puffed up pillow and she chewed, deep in thought.
She felt alittle tag at her heart, and yet now she thought of Nto constantly. She couldn’t figure out why, perhaps she was shielding herself from getting hurt again.
Danai constantly told her she loved her – simply, expecting nothing and getting no ‘I love you’ back.
Somehow Eve couldn’t get it out, the words stuck in her head and throat; unable to come out although she couldn’t deny she loved her – a lot more now than even before and that too was scary.