7 – When love feels like a daydream #LoveStoryChallenge

Letter-writing felt archaic, and that’s what made it so special. Every week, Kalanne would find a letter from Sean in her mailbox at the apartment reception. He always sealed them in purple envelopes, and wrote her name and address in cursive across the front. Seeing those letters on Wednesday or Thursday evenings made her heart flutter. Was this love or infatuation? In those letters he asked her a plethora of questions – where in Nigeria was she from? What did her name mean? Why had she come to the UK to study? Why had she chosen Middlesbrough City University? Why law? Did she like England? Did she miss her country? And he wrote about himself – he wrote about growing up poor and delinquent in Glasgow, about his early involvement in crime, his prison sentences, and the day he nearly killed a man at a pub because he had looked at his woman wrong. And Kalanne wasn’t scared; she wasn’t terrified of him, of his past or of the prison tattoos she could sometimes see marking his arms beneath the sleeves of his shirt. His honesty appealed to her and she found his openness alluring. Was this love or infatuation? Was it too early to tell him that if her grades were too poor to allow her get into an LLM program, she would be on the first flight back to Nigeria in July?