She had considered the disparities between them long before the moment he got down on one knee – He was studious; preferring the company of his books and magazines to that of their friends. He loved numbers and figures. He worked like a clock, steadily and predictably drawing up charts and analysis that made him almost revered at his office.
He did not say ‘I love you’ often but when he did, it was with a finality, a confidence that dwarfed everything else, that buried all her fears and made it hard to remember why she had any doubts in the first place.
It was one of the best days of her life even though Nefe swore never to take her to see another movie.
He had taken her hand as she offered the ear plugs to him, closed it and kissed her – ‘I don’t need them. I like watching you sleep anyhow.’
There was no right woman or man; Aisha had learned that long ago. There was however faith, hope and love; and love covered all ‘wrongs’; snoring wrongs, Wall Street journal wrongs, and every other wrong that needed covering.
Nothing else mattered where love existed, nothing at all.
Song of the day: Keane – Somewhere Only we Know