She actually made me shiver. I can’t quite fathom how she caused me to shiver the first time I laid eyes on her. I can’t get down to the brass tacks to sort this one out.
There she was, standing under a street light post outside her house waiting for me. It was a hot and sticky evening. One of those evenings I did not dare leave the confines of my air-conditioned car.
The spotlight above illuminated her hourglass figure; a figure which ticked like a time clock. I stepped out and before I could hug her, I shivered. How is this possible?
This can’t happen here, not now. I married the last woman who made me shiver and all did not end well. Where will this shiver take me?
I have proclaimed to the masses that I am not a jealous person. I proudly declared my relationships cannot and will not enter a stage where I have to consistently worry about a lover dipping elsewhere. The truth is, I fibbed.
If someone tells me that jealousy does not exist in my soul, I will say to them; Look deeper inside my heart and you will find the jealousy that courses through my veins. I had to shiver to shake out the jealousy hidden deep in my soul.
A part of me was denying that she made me shiver. The other part confirming that she made me shiver and I am gripped with a peaceful jealousy. I was jealous of the bed which touched her all night; jealous of the clothes which hugged her all day; jealous of the eyes which gazed at her longer than I did.
I looked across the table as we shared a meal and she barely looked back. She was enamored with the mirror behind me. Her reflection captured and held her attention.
I kept talking, hoping she could see the souffle we can make together. She was smart so for a short second, I forgot the catalyst which made me shiver; her hourglass figure.
She said to me; “I don’t want to be with you but I can’t ask you to go either.”
“What does that mean?”I ask her.
“I do not know yet,” she said.
Then came a tragedy which trapped us in each other’s arms. Our destiny, as they say, is shaped by the decisions we make in times of great sorrow or joy.
It happened so naturally as I did not know it was love until she made me shiver. The next thing I felt were two souls with no past running through the night. We have no past now because we won’t reach back. Until we end, there is no end.
Then she said to me; I am a jealous woman.
I said to her;
You make me jealous
I make you jealous
Together, you and I can make the world jealous
By Kwadjo Panyin
Kwadjo Panyin is a Ghanaian born relationship and lifestyle blogger located in Los Angeles, California. He holds three degrees; a Bachelors degree from Rutgers University in New Jersey, an MBA from Franklin University in Ohio and a Masters of Science degree from Northern Kentucky University in Kentucky. Kwadjo is a business professional who blogs for fun. His articles are about the challenges of dating and relationship anomalies. Writing, blogging, world travel, and photography are his favorite hobbies.