Jumong

 

He walked in like a sudden storm meant to make me astounded, like a fire I was drawn to him, he was wearing his college uniform, his hair uncombed as it seemed, fit perfectly with his lonely set of eyes and I only paid attention to him, I thought to myself; Who in their right mind would go out in public without even fixing his hair? Him apparently, I was amused. He was weird and prosaic, but to me he was perfect.

 

He was the one I never had, he was the side of heaven that I wasn’t given the one chance to explore, he was an ocean of mystery, of undiscovered places, of different subtle emotions. I was a star he didn’t notice, an idea at the back of his mind he didn’t share.

 

I watched him fall in love with someone else, many times I wished it was me, it was me who’s keeping him up at night, or bringing colour to his existence and I could only wish, for he was only a wish, an impossible wish.

 

He is now a memory, a memory that I will forever reminisce with a sigh of wonder.

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19 thoughts on “Jumong

      1. All great writers have one thing in common–passion ๐Ÿ˜Š I can sense in you the makings of a great poet and writer. Lead your passion to greater heights.
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      2. I read your recent post, I feel very sad and it got me thinking; I need to appreciate the people who have given their entire lives just so I could be the person that I am today, we often neglect those people.

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      3. Yeah. I’ve learned one awful truth the hard way – that tomorrow is not guaranteed to any of us. We mustn’t procrastinate on expressing our love to our loved ones. Grab every opportunity to tell them how much you love and value them.

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  1. I had similar experience in high school. My own Jumog was a girl called Chidinma. She was my crush. But she had a cooler boyfriend and it really hurts knowing I would never get her to be mine since she was already taken. Love sometimes isn’t all joys, especially when you’re in love with one who is in love with another.

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