So… you said yes 🥹
I made you a little something.
Before anything else…
My beautiful woman,
I've been calling you my girlfriend for months. Making it official feels a little unreal.
I like you because of how you care, and you have a mind that I really like. I like how we can talk about serious things, then five minutes later we are laughing at something completely unserious.
All round, I think we go well together. I meant it when I said I plan on making you feel seen, loved, and everything that comes with it.
I am very happy to be your boyfriend. I love you like mad.
yours,
Mr Crocs
Things only we would understand
Good night Mr Crocs.
…I saw a picture of you and I was flabbergasted by the beauty.
Lines dey cryyyy 🤣
We have some very weird things in common.
In my defense, you look way better in person.
The only pepper I'll show you is the one in the food I'll be feeding you soon.
Reasons I'm obsessed with you
Something you said.
Hey, I am beyond grateful for the gift of you. It doesn't matter if things don't work out between us, I'm just so happy to have met you. You're a very special person that I do not take for granted. ✨
I read it five times in a row. I'm still reading it.
A very small map of us
"Hello Cindy. My name's Jide." Isah gave me your number. You replied with "Alright Jide" and I told myself I'd try my luck.
In my defense, you didn't reply on time once and I held a grudge for almost three years. I'd see your name pop up on WhatsApp stories and scroll past on principle. I'm a changed man now, baby. 😘
"Next week sounds good." "Which day works?" "Get back to me with a place." A whole month of me trying, and you politely buying time. I held on. Thank God I did.
"Friday 6pm. Lyte food, St Rita." Locked in. You called yourself my neighbor 🌚. I was already counting down.
We finally met. That same night, at 10:27 PM, you texted me "Mr Crocs." The nickname has stuck ever since.
"I'll prefer to chat in person, I think our conversation is better that way." I meant it. But somehow we still text 300 times a day.
"Once you become my girlfriend officially…" I said it casually. I wasn't being casual at all.
Dresses, heels, a bag that you said smelled like me, a busted zip on the fringe skirt. And then, finally, our first kiss. Which would've been perfect if your minty breath hadn't been so aggressive.
"I love your voice." Small sentence. Huge feeling. You said "I love your confidence" a week later. We were taking turns.
365 days sober. You hadn't stopped crying since 11pm the night before. I wrote you a handwritten note, because some things shouldn't be typed. You said: "Thank you for seeing me." Baby, I'll always see you.
And now I get to call you mine, officially. No more "future girlfriend." Just girlfriend. Yayyyy!