I fell in love with Evans faster than Usain Bolt runs. It wasn’t one of those loves that tiptoe into your life until you suddenly realize you care. He arrived like a kindness I didn’t know I needed, like a balm over a wound I didn’t even know was there. From the first month we met, he carried himself with a softness that made me feel safe, seen, and chosen. What makes all this love sad is he doesn’t know.

I met him at my workplace. I’m a banker with one of Ghana’s major banks. I noticed him the moment he walked in, so calm, with an ease around him. Sharply dressed too. Usually, that doesn’t move me. I’ve seen his kind of men before, countless times. But there was something about him that felt different, something that drew me in, so I kept my eyes on him.

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Luckily, I had the chance to serve him. We exchanged pleasantries. I took his details and got to work. After a few minutes, I was done, and before I could lose my courage, I asked for his number. He asked, “What for?” I told him, “Just in case you need my help. You wouldn’t have to come all the way here.” He gave it to me and left the banking hall.

I took his number because of what I had seen in him, and also because people always say there’s nothing wrong with shooting your shot. This time, I listened.

All day at work, I looked forward to when the day would end so I could text him. When it finally did, I sent him a message introducing myself before I slept.

In just a few months in, and I want him. I need him like I need air to breathe.

I wake up thinking of him. I fall asleep with him on my mind. The butterflies in my stomach whisper his name, making me long for him more each day.

I know he is my husband, I feel it, but I don’t know how to say, “Hi, I know you’re my husband, so can we start dating?” While that line works for me in my head, it might come off as creepy coming from a woman, especially to a man who is still in school.

He is a university student, reading BSc Chemistry, a 20 year old man, strong, healthy, wise, and already building wealth. He is serious about his future, and from what I saw during his transaction, this is only the beginning for him. I want to be part of his story. I want to be the woman behind his success, to build a life with him and have children who carry his legacy.

I really, really want him. But the problem is the age difference, and the fact that I don’t know how to tell him how I feel. I also worry that I might come across as a gold digger. It may look that way, but that’s not what this is. It’s just that he seems like a man who knows what he’s doing and where he’s going, and that is one of the most attractive things to me.

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I am 32 years old, so I have seen things, I have experienced them too. Men my age either don’t have a sense of direction or are so guarded with their resources that you can’t tell who they really are.

So now I’m here, asking, should I tell him?

Should I tell him that I like him very much and would love to explore what there could be between us?

Should I tell him slowly, let it build the way a slow burn does, using the quiet prowess of the woman that I am? Or should I simply drop the ball and wait, letting whatever is meant to happen find its way to me?

 

—Lathian

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