Love Letters In August

Author: Aduke Titilola

Dear Dare,
I would have gotten your number and hit you up the normal way, but I can’t bring myself to. Something about your person is drawing me to write this letter.
Hi.
You probably don’t know me and I don’t know you too.
I am your secret admirer. I will just drop a hint on my name.
It starts with an A.
I’m keeping the mystery for you to be interested enough to look for me.
Clever, right?

Dear Dare,
You looked pretty good today. You were really in your element. Freshly pressed red shirt, well-fitted trousers, perfect vintage tie, Doc Martens and a small bracelet with rings splayed over your hands.
You looked like the typical good-looking Nigerian medical student.
I wonder though, out of all the “good-looking” boys. Why you?
I am asking on your behalf.
I hope you are not inflated with an ego and think everyone is in love with you.
I am though – not in love – but ‘in like’ if that’s a thing.
Love,
A___e.

Dear Dare,
You are an insanely beautiful boy. I admit I catch myself staring at you instead of the projector. I watch your mouth answer questions you will never stand up to answer. You smarty pants.
In the moments I get lost in the intricacies of your face, I just want to ask you about your hopes and dreams. I want to know if you love God as much as I do. I want the crazy childhood stories. I want to know who your first love was.
Right at the instant, I’m enveloped with all these thoughts, you look up. So, I turn my head so fast, my neck snaps and I proceed to hold a stoic face pretending I didn’t just think of our first date.
PS: I love your haircut.
Love,
A__ke.

Dear Dare,
I have always wondered about people who date in their classes. I thought about how good and bad proximity would be. I was so sure I would never try it until I first saw you that day in the 300 level.
Right after my anatomy viva, I ran out with joy on my face. You were probably curious about how well my exam went, so you asked.
You may not remember, but it took everything in me not to stutter when delivering the sentence, ‘It was amazing’.
You smiled and I think my brain short-circuited. “Oh, this is THE BOY,” I thought.
This is the boy I would have the longest crush on in university.
Love,
A__ke (Let’s keep the mystery alive).

Dear Dare,
I don’t expect you to fall in love with me. I just wanted to try something this bold just once. You could pretend like you never saw these letters and I wouldn’t mind.
The next time I saw you was the first day of 400l. You were there standing tall in all your glorious melanin, inserts two pages of God dey create.
I never knew I would simp for a boy like this.
Heaven knows; I know that all I want is a conversation. A chance to pry at your brain and be intrigued by its contents. Keep your reply at the bottom of the table on the last row.
Love,
A__ke (The girl that comes to class at exactly 7:55 am).

Dear A__ke,
I thought you were a creep at first. You seem chill though. I just wanted to say, you are one heck of a writer for you to leave a grown man blushing.
I may have an idea of who you are, but I don’t want to place a face on you until you present yourself. I don’t mind a conversation at all. If you are ready, I am.
This was a pretty bold move. If you did anything right with this, it is keeping me interested. I hope to hear more from you.
PS: What’s your idea of a first date?
Love,
Dare.

Dear Dare,
I was very thrilled to see your reply. My heart skipped so many beats, it started to do frog jumps.
My ideal first date is a blank canvas. I have no idea where I want to be, but I know it has to have good conversation, delicious food/snacks and maybe nature.
Before you ask all the rest, I’ll tell you.
My favourite colour is Azure (light blue). I love poetry and music. After falling into a deep gutter once, I now have a “gutter phobia”.
PS: What do you want to specialize in?
Love,
Ad_ke.

Dear Aduke,
It’s you!
Of course, it’s you.
My guess was all wrong. I remember the first time we met vividly. You were the girl with a pretty smile plastered on your face after your oral professional exam. I just had to know why.
Now, I’m even more excited to meet you. Can you wait at the first table on the left side in Medcafe on Wednesday at 6?
Let’s have our conversation there.
PS: I have my eyes on Orthopaedic Surgery.
Love,
Dare.

Dear Dare,
You figured me out. I’m torn between actually believing what you said and thinking it’s a prank. Let’s meet at a more comfortable place for me.
Same spot, same time, in Seasons Deli.
We can take a walk from there.
Deal?
PS: Ortho fits your persona.
Love,
Aduke.

Dear Aduke,
Deal!
Love,
Dare.