“Hello Bimpe",

"I know I have always not been sincere to you. I know I have always not had that guts to tell you that I love you and that I need you in my life. Well, maybe it's because am shy. Maybe not. It could just be that it's cos you’re too beautiful."

"Memorizing the words of love I plan to tell you, have always not been able to stand the smile that radiates from your face. You are a goddess in human form. I have finally mustered the courage to tell you my heart with my pen, since every time I try to tell you with my mouth my tongue fails me. Attached to this envelope, is a robust explanation of all I feel for you. This is only but an introduction."

From your Potential Love,

Aigbe Johnson

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"Dear Bimpe",

“It's with a heart of love and pen of affection that am writing you this letter. First however, hope you and your family are fine? If so, doxology.”

“Not to bore you with the ink of my Eleganza biro, I will go straight to the point.

My love for you was one at first sight. If I was good with words, I would have proclaimed it to you immediately. However, people say am shy. They said am shy of love and shy for you. All I wish though was if they were in my shoes. They probably have never been in love.”

“Love of course is beautiful. You made me know this. I never needed to talk to you, befall I fell in its chain. I just saw myself loving you and getting tied up in it.”

“I have had to settle with just looking at you from afar. The sight of your face alone was enough. It constantly sent chills down my spine every time I behold it. I thought this would depreciate with time, I however discovered later on that my love for you had no diminishing return. It just kept on increasing.”

“Moving forward I felt I should tell you how I feel. How I feel as regarding the 'you' I see in my dreams. I just can't sleep anymore without beholding your beautiful face.”

“Recently, my friends have told me of my preference of sleep to work. I wish they knew why, they probably would have become dreamers too. Or should I have said sleepers?”

“Well, 'dreamers' is just fine for me. I now feel the spirit of Martin Luther King living in me. Soon I will declare to the world that I have a dream.”

“A dream that one day you will be in my arms. A dream that one day, I will hold you by the waist and you hold me by the neck and I stare intently into your eyes and say "I love you".”

“I wish this dream can come to pass. I know it will. But I wish it can come to pass sooner. Sooner that I expect! Sooner than you expect! Sooner than this letter even get to be read by you or a third party. Because the Doctor said I might not leave the sick bed. He said so many things as well.”

“And if I could change the hand of time, I would have made things to happen faster. I would have mustered the courage to tell you rather.”

"But now am here. Here tied up by your love to the bed. Bed of affection, with the clothing of lust. Lust for your eyes not just for sex. Sex with your soul not just your thighs."

"But constantly I keep thinking. Thinking if I would ever leave this sick bed. With the syringe of pain injected into me daily and tablets of regret taken in hourly. All for not mustering enough courage to tell you how I felt"

"But here am I, still battling with the thoughts. Thoughts that another guy oblivious of me and my feelings coming to snatch you away from me.”

“And so I keep on still thinking, should I rather die in the evil of my taciturn, or watch a total stranger show you love when I know I could have done better.”

“No I can't allow it. I can't even stand the sight of another guy one meter away from you, much more this.”

“I might just go crazy, crazy even after am dead. Dead even after am gone. And gone even after am no more."

"And so I say Bimpe, picture the romance between the sun and moon in an eclipse. Picture the affection that ran through the blood of Jack that made him gave his life for Rose.”

“Both put together, is only but a tip, a tiny fraction, an infinitesimal quantity of the plethora of love-line that runs through my vein for you."

"For you I would rather have no heart. None of my own. The beauty of the one beneath your chest is enough to let me live.”

“Take my heart Bimpe. Take yours too. Be my life-saver, be my boo. Cos without you, there is no need living.”

From your Potential Love,

Aigbe Johnson

Read Bimpe's Reply in Love Letter Part 2