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I believed then that love had to feel like hunger to be true.

The paranoia of the abandoned

I read somewhere that love was about this, the nuggets of knowledge about our beloved that we so fluently hold.

Holding his intentions like jewels

He grew up with his dreams already dreamt for him. Oh chimamanda you are so loved

When my grandmother died, I called him crying, and he said, “Sorry,” and then in the next breath, “Has your period ended so I can stop by?” My period had not ended and so he did not stop by. I believed then that love had to feel like hunger to be true.

Only Mmiliaku knew, and I never told the boy who didn’t love me, the boy I was trying to make love me when I didn’t yet know that you cannot nice your way into being loved