Yes, He is Real…

I saw him coming from afar and my heart sank, it’s been three years, yet he hasn’t changed a bit. Bad for me, he’s still drop – dead awesome. My wide eyes danced around his body.
I should be hating him right now, O God! What’s happening to me.
Hot tears burned at my tears bank — begging to break loose. I shrugged the thought off with a scorn, I can’t cry here.
This street looks nothing like my room. My haven.

It suddenly dawned on me that he was coming my way.
Would he recognize me? I hope he doesn’t — a lie. I want him to, I only want him to so I can tell him I’ve never met someone like him all my life.
He was getting closer, this vintage shirt looks like it was made specially for him, and his jeans — stripped, just the way he likes it. The way I used to like it.

‘Idiot, stop staring.’ I cautioned myself.

I looked at the super tight leggings I wore, it’s been three years and I look quite different, — atleast, that’s what I overheard — I have a good amount of flesh in the right places.
Places I’m sure he’ll notice.
Would he like me now?

‘Hate him, cow’, my mind screamed at me, ‘You should be hating him right now, he left you without even dating you for a day. He made you break your rules. Your walls. He made you break your promise to yourself, remember the promise? You said you would never love anyone until it’s time. Remember, girl, remember!. . ‘

The voice of my mind faded out as I heard my name.
‘Atreya? Hi? That’s your name, right?’
He was looking at me closely — too closely. I removed my cap so he wouldn’t have to look further.

He grabbed me.

I missed him too much to protest. Silly of me, right?
Sometimes, you don’t just have to fight some things. Don’t judge me.

I was disappointed when he released me, but I knew better than to show it.

I straightened my singlet, and hugged my cardigan.

‘So, yes?’
I asked.

He knew what I meant. I wanted to know everything. Why he met me three years ago at the mall. Why he smiled at me. Why he helped me with my groceries to the bus. Why he took my number. Why he called me. Why he met me again at the stadium. Why he told me he’d die if I left him even for a second. Why he called me everyday. Why he made me fall. Why he made me love him like a lunatic. Why he did all that and left me. Why he got a new SIM. Why he left the country. And, most of all, why he’s speaking to me now.

His eyes turned misty and before I could stop him, he was crying uncontrollably — on the road!

‘God is real, girl.’

‘Huh?!’
What is he saying to me? He’s never mentioned God all his life except when he’s in an argument.
Why is he doing this now?

He dragged me down the street, I wanted to stop him, but I couldn’t. I didn’t want to stop him. I wanted to know everything.
He opened the gate to a house and we went in.

He ignored the question in my eyes, how could I still trust him after all these years?

‘Sit,’ he said.

I sat down without looking at my environment, all I was interested in was why he said God was real.

‘You were too good for me, girl. Too good. You were gradually taking over everything concerning me. My whole life. You were the only person that made sense in my life. How could I have someone so good. Leaving you was my first sacrifice, it’s love in a deeper level. Since you all claimed God exists, I went to him and told him I was giving you back to Him and if you ever came back to me, then He was the one releasing you to me.
I was shattered for weeks.
I wasn’t alone, God found me. He spoke to me in diverse ways. He’s as real as you are, Atreya. I planned on leaving the country tomorrow, never to return. I searched for you everywhere. Why did you leave social platforms? God’s plan, huh? He was there fixing everything for me.’

I couldn’t feel anything.
Now, I understand why I couldn’t hate him, no matter how hard I tried.

This is God teaching us about His love for us.
Do you think your sins are way beyond forgiveness?
Come to the throne of mercy.

This is fiction.
This came from God. Aren’t we all vessels?

Joy C. Uchenaya

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