The moment she walked into the restaurant, the room went silent for at least two seconds as everyone stared at her. But she didn’t mind. She didn’t seem to be bothered by the attention. Her eyes searched the room until they spotted me. I waved shyly and her face lit up and she waved back and headed my way.
The rain came early this year, but that was not the problem. The problem was that I had forgotten about the leaking garage roof. And that wouldn’t have been a problem if we had not moved some boxes out of the house to the garage pending the time we would “sort the wheat from the chaff” as Funmi delicately put it.
Call me a hoarder but I like to keep memories in boxes.
I think one of the major problems in relationships is when two individuals think they have to become one person. In that, they come to believe that because they are in love, they and their partner have to have one of everything (likes, hobbies, preferences).
And love was the culprit yet again. Not that we hated the way we felt when we were in love. Not that we never wanted to feel that way again nor was it that those days were better forgotten. No… But we knew. We understood the cost and the price was not worth the cost. Continue reading “Love’s to blame”
Maybe a good reason to leave a bad relationship would have been the absence of emotion, maybe it would have sufficed to believe that that was a good enough indication that something more was needed… Continue reading “I love me enough but…”
“Look.” She said.
I looked and I was glad I did.
She was wearing this ridiculous hat that made her look like a cartoon character. Yet she was the most adorable thing I’d ever seen. The way her smile came out natural, untouched by the heaviness behind her soft eyes, untainted by the crumbling world around us.
“What do you think?”
I just stared. It was hard to put my thoughts into words. What did I think? I thought she was a perfect creation of God, too perfect that she had to be given the weight of the world to try to even it out. I couldn’t begin to understand where her strength came from or the love in her heart. All I knew was…
… then I’m less of a coward than I was last year.
It’s my 24th birthday today, and trust me, my 23-year old self would not have found the courage to make this post. Maybe he would have written it, but it would never see the light of day.
I’m growing.
