Magnanimity - short love story/lettering

By T, Staffer of De Birhan Media
09-06-2012

Dear readers,

To read this TRUE short story/lettering please first play the instrumental below with a lower tone/volume and then start reading. 

Merci. 

Fiker Yashenefal (Love Wins!!!!)

He is attentive. Focusing on the works that he should do to get her to hug him, kiss him and offer him her goodness at least for one single day. Just 1 day babe. That is all.  He has a list: Seducing her, magically forgetting her , writing an honest letter, or forcing her.

He chose the third.

T. works in the most crowded and busiest section of the University in Europe, the Library. Every now and then, students, lecturers and Admin. Staffers come seeking a loan or to return a book. The books taught him one special wisdom, writing. “Say what you wanna say in writing”, have always been the latent messages that he gotten from the books.  "Yes I should write her and tell her that she is playing on my soul" he murmured to himself. Oh no, he said again, I should write her an honest letter of appreciation. That would explain that it is not flattering.

 

That is a truism. T. had received various love letters and affection from girls that he didn't even recognize in his years at his homeland. But now he is the one who is being forced to do that in another man's land falling in love with a married woman. "And that's the way it is" sang Celine Dion.

 

It is true, I don't see those that lust for me while those I do love don't even see me in that angle.  François de la Rochefoucauld (French author 1613-1680) is popularly remembered for this saying “We are nearer loving those who hate us than those who love us more than we wish.” 

 

A short blonde haired, weird looking student approached T. and said “can I have “A General Theory of Love” please?” Who is the author asks T.

“Thomas Lewis, Fari Amini and Richard Lannon” responds the student.

T. goes to the store room to look for extra copies but to no avail. He goes to each room, shelf and all places that he could look in to.

Here sir, points the student, “yes where?” panics T.

 

‘It is right there in the table besides you’ the student says.

 

T’s colleague, Claire was reading it for a while now. The student was happy that this prized book is gonna be his property for the next two weeks.

After checking the book out, T. once again drove back to where he was. “Yes I should write and honestly tell her” he says. Those are the choices on the plate, to be or not to be. He takes out a piece of rough paper from the printer next to his desk and a pen from his pocket and then he begins.

My dearest X, thank you so much for being my best friend so far. You are really wonderful and am so glad that I have had you as a friend so far. You taught me what being an honest, caring, generous and color blind person means. It is you who helped me pass those freezing winter times when I was unable to get my legs into the duvets and sleep the nights. It was you who barricaded me from several enemies and troubles. And BTW, do you know you don’t have any special beauty or appearance from the other ladies in the city?

“Sorry sir.” The earlier voice interrupts him again. “Sorry, would you extend the deadline, please?” the student asks.

“We can’t extend or renew books unless the due date of return is on or you have a Club membership ID in our Library” says T in a tone that tacitly sounded "Fuc* off now".

“Oh I have a club membership” says the student fantasizing that the book is gonna be with him for a total of 20 days now.

“Thank you sir. I am so much excited.  This book is worth reading for those that love and are loved. It studies the phenomenon of love and human connection from a scientific and cultural perspective. Can’t get enough of it” says the student. So mammoth is student that he farts as he walks hahahahah.

“Well I will have a look at it when you return it” responds T. and quickly runs to the epistle he started lettering.

Yes my dear, you are tall and slim but not that strikingly beautiful. There are many ladies out there in the streets, clubs, and campus that leave me with their styled hair, short skirts that are intentionally made to show their ice cream legs, equally eatable huge boobs and eyes, decorated faces and body, in full awe. But you have something that they don’t have. You are magnanimous. Your magnanimity reminds of one great saying by Winiston Churchil. Churchill labelled the "moral of the work" of his six volume book titled The Second World War as follows: "In War: Resolution, In Defeat: Defiance, In Victory: Magnanimity, In Peace: Goodwill". That is the moral of you for me too. It was your magnanimity that had me fall in love. You are of a different skin color, family, wealth, age and tradition than me and I am from country that is poor of “material wealth” but reach of anything and everything that nature and God can give, age, culture and all things dissimilar. Our strongest difference is also that you are a married woman and I am a lonely fella. Yes it is big for you but simple for someone like me who is blinded with your clam, honest and super magnanimity. I don't regret it cuz true love if from God. Many were the weekends that I fantasized you fly to my room mysteriously and kiss my lips and reinvigorate me with your unflinchingly magnanimous self-abnegation. I wondered should I make her hug me and kiss me just at least for one day by the use of mysterious expertise or lock the door as she comes and force her to do or openly tell her my feelings for her? The last choice won. Candidly dear, I have nothing to give to you for your magnanimity. The only person that wins my respect, love and trust in this world is a magnanimous individual. As I was suffering from the love of your magnanimous self, I decided, just sending you this short letter may transport my love toxic to you and relives me. I would love to tell you that I would be leaving this city for due and we may not see each other for ages or forever but your love will be written on the walls of my heart. Yours sincerely, T.

T. felt he wrote a good letter and started to proof read it. It sounded coherent, congruent and  appealing. He should now fold it, put it in an envelope and post it to her or hand it to her so that her hubby wouldn’t stumble up on it. It is now 10:30 in the morning; the fire alarm is on abnormally. “Please everyone exit the building now…now” bark the Library speakers. T. had no time to waste…he rushed out of the building. It was after the alarm was off and his workmate, Claire had left for home with a cluster of books and papers from her desk that he reminisced he left his treasurable letter on the table.