Singing Voice

Dear Uche,

The song you sang to me—the one you said you would only sing on your wedding day, night, or when you met that really special person—was so special. I am purposefully not writing the name here so that it feels like the first time every time I hear you sing it to me.

I have found that I am getting a bit scared of our connection. Today when I told you I didn’t want to talk, you knew that really meant I still wanted to be on the phone and that I’d like to hear about your day. That will be the moment I look back on and say I fell in love. “That this was my person, he knows exactly how to handle me when I’m in a mood only my therapy sees.” I didn’t have to tell you, teach you or ask you. It was your natural proclivity towards me. You were in tuned with me and knew I needed to hear your work gossip to carry me through my sadness.

I want you to know that you are the voice I need to hear the loudest in my life. I’ve decided that for myself tonight. The lawyer to lawyers, the advisor to advisors, the lover of the lovers, and the servant to the servants. You are everything to everyone and I admire you for playing that role with such dignity and pride. You are a King in every sense of the word and I cannot believe we have crossed paths. I might’ve met a soulmate I would have never met if not for the forces of God.

Okay, I am scaring myself now. You’re sleeping now, so I hope you are having sweet dreams.

Hugs and kisses,

Vic