They said time travel was impossible, I proved them wrong.

I didn't plan to, I wasn't even going to do it but I could hear the lullaby renditions of your heart towards me—not like you remember.

You hardly remember anything since the accident. I was told it's a simple amnesia and it will go away after some months, but it's been 3 years, Arike.

Three years of holding on, holding my breath and watching you in the embrace of another man.

You love my brother now.

His voice is the rhythm you listen to and his words the tune you dance to.

I longed for you until it became painful like a sore tooth. My arms are empty at night, no one is engulfed in my arms at 2 midnight, no one turns into my arms to whisper "I love you, Folu."

I spent seven years of my life wishing for you, hoping you would see me, hoping you would get to love me like I love you. I didn't want to be your little brother,—I was getting tired of you using the six months difference between us as a tool to keep us apart.

I envied my brother when he won your heart, but I knew he couldn't keep it. I knew his heart wouldn't tremble at the taste of your lips. I knew he couldn't feel the heartfelt awe I know I would feel at seeing the little triangle peppered with black hair between your thighs. I know he wouldn't savour the texture of your areola in his mouth, nor would he marvel at the tremor your body passes through when you reach your climax.

I know he wasn't capable of all these, and just like I expected you came crying to me just 2 months after. Which was when my life began—with you.

I only meant to comfort you but you turned into my arms and looked at me with those tear stained eyes and I couldn't hold myself back, I even managed to convince myself it was what you were asking for.

I was only going to grace your cheek with my lips but you turned your face and my lips met heaven. Oh, what a glorious noon that was for me.

I began to live at the touch of your lips, I never knew I was dead until you kissed me.

But just like everything good seems to end in my life, our beautiful love story came crashing down four months later when that Dangote truck hit us from behind.

I was told when I woke up from my coma of a month that it was a miracle that I was alive. But how can I be grateful for a miracle that let me live in a world that you couldn't be mine again.

You've been with my brother —again— for two years now, and you're even planning to be wed soon.

You see, this was when I knew I couldn't let that happen. I can't watch you make the gravest mistake of your life. You belong to me.

Do you know he's still seeing Amaka with the lustful breast? That's a story for another time.

It's your cake tasting day and you've chosen me as your designated driver, which is good because I have also chosen today for us to go back in time.

I am taking you to where it all began. To the treehouse your dad had built for you when we were little. In it are all the letters I wrote to you that I didn't have the bravery to give to you.

I am taking us back to when we were six and you made my heart stumble in my chest for the first time. I am hoping when you read these letters something in your memory will let loose and you will remember how you once kissed me like I was the life you've been waiting to live.

Arike, they said time travel was impossible but I am hoping to do it with you.

They said time travel was impossible, I proved them wrong.

I didn't plan to, I wasn't even going to do it but I could hear the lullaby renditions of your heart towards me—not like you remember.

You hardly remember anything since the accident. I was told it's a simple amnesia and it will go away after some months, but it's been 3 years, Arike.

Three years of holding on, holding my breath and watching you in the embrace of another man.

You love my brother now.

His voice is the rhythm you listen to and his words the tune you dance to.

I longed for you until it became painful like a sore tooth. My arms are empty at night, no one is engulfed in my arms at 2 midnight, no one turns into my arms to whisper "I love you, Folu."

I spent seven years of my life wishing for you, hoping you would see me, hoping you would get to love me like I love you. I didn't want to be your little brother,—I was getting tired of you using the six months difference between us as a tool to keep us apart.

I envied my brother when he won your heart, but I knew he couldn't keep it. I knew his heart wouldn't tremble at the taste of your lips. I knew he couldn't feel the heartfelt awe I know I would feel at seeing the little triangle peppered with black hair between your thighs. I know he wouldn't savour the texture of your areola in his mouth, nor would he marvel at the tremor your body passes through when you reach your climax.

I know he wasn't capable of all these, and just like I expected you came crying to me just 2 months after. Which was when my life began—with you.

I only meant to comfort you but you turned into my arms and looked at me with those tear stained eyes and I couldn't hold myself back, I even managed to convince myself it was what you were asking for.

I was only going to grace your cheek with my lips but you turned your face and my lips met heaven. Oh, what a glorious noon that was for me.

I began to live at the touch of your lips, I never knew I was dead until you kissed me.

But just like everything good seems to end in my life, our beautiful love story came crashing down four months later when that Dangote truck hit us from behind.

I was told when I woke up from my coma of a month that it was a miracle that I was alive. But how can I be grateful for a miracle that let me live in a world that you couldn't be mine again.

You've been with my brother —again— for two years now, and you're even planning to be wed soon.

You see, this was when I knew I couldn't let that happen. I can't watch you make the gravest mistake of your life. You belong to me.

Do you know he's still seeing Amaka with the lustful breast? That's a story for another time.

It's your cake tasting day and you've chosen me as your designated driver, which is good because I have also chosen today for us to go back in time.

I am taking you to where it all began. To the treehouse your dad had built for you when we were little. In it are all the letters I wrote to you that I didn't have the bravery to give to you.

I am taking us back to when we were six and you made my heart stumble in my chest for the first time. I am hoping when you read these letters something in your memory will let loose and you will remember how you once kissed me like I was the life you've been waiting to live.

Arike, they said time travel was impossible but I am hoping to do it with you.