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It was by destined accident that I came about an old relationship of mine, not that long ago. He happened to be right where I was going to bump into him. He asked me if I wouldn't mind sitting down and listening to a nice story of his, so I said "Sure, why not," to my long time acquaintance and I took a comfortable seat in anticipation of his narrative.
He seemed to have two expected spots ready for such an unexpected occasion.
It has been a while of whiles since I have spent time with this good friend of mine and he has always proven to be a loyal and faithful buddy through yesterdays filled with tomorrows. I regrettably have only said a few rushed words to him in what now seems to be histories of histories.
I admit that we used to have a very strong bond once and that our communications since have really only been one-sided empty monologues from me. But, my old trusted friend has asked me to honor him with just one more again to listen and hear him.
As I put aside all of my nuisances and disturbances, so I can concentrate just on my friend's words, I realize that he has not aged one bit and that he looks as young and fresh as ever. It is me that feels like many moons and seasons have passed through me.
My old partner tells me "I am very happy that we can spend this time together." As he grins at me I know that it has been too long since I have taken the wisdom of time and the time of wisdom to be with him. "I am truly appreciative that we have this personal time for such a private matter," he assures me.
As my friend positions himself by me and prepares to share his self with me, I am sad as well, because it is now that I realize that he has attempted this effort with me a few efforts in his very recent efforts. But, I did not have neither the time or the Time.
Now I do and I want to see his words so much and I desire to feel how he pronounces his thoughts. I impatiently wait patiently to take in and embrace his valued comments. I wish to experience his experiences with experience. It is now this moment that I know I miss the moments I missed, because it was those moments I missed that make me now miss those moments that I missed.
It has been sorrowfully too long since I have sat humbly and quietly, raw and bare, with and without, open and not closed to his sincere words, not just conjoined sequential letters of advice. Too long I have not enjoyed his compliments of giving and his giving of compliments. I feel untimely guilt that I have taken so long to just sit down and be with him. Not by him, around him, in front or behind him or of him, but with him. Fortunately for me, my old buddy is the forgiving type of an unconditional relationship that has no rules, barriers or restrictions. All I have done is remember the memories of remembering his memories.
I lean my unsteady head on my friend's steady shoulder and plead for his forgiveness, so I can join one more time with his sharing and share one more time with his joining. My long time buddy puts his loyal arm around my shoulder, holds my hands with his faithful hand and tells me that "I have gone nowhere, LaFayette, it is you that has finally sat down with me after too many random lifetimes of just waving at me as you rushed by with your messes." I nod my shamed head in agreement as I tell him that "I am ready to listen if you are ready for me to listen." He smiles, winks at me and says "I know."
"This is an account of faraway lands and even further desires. Of a rare and exotic woman. This is a story about loves and a love named Selamawit. Her love for your love.
