Love is like falling down... in the end you're left hurt, scarred, and with a memory of it forever.They say the best way to get over a man is to be with another one. I strongly doubt that things can be that simple. Having spent two years of my life investing into a relationship I thought would last until kingdom come. And to my surprise….
All romantic songs, movies and books seem to follow the same storyline. Girl meets boy, they are faced with different challenges that will determine the amount of love respect and care they have for each other. The ending is far the most entertaining by far, the girl falls for the bad boy and as she is about to make the biggest mistake of her life, the boy appears again and tells her that his heart belongs to her only and the love they have only comes once in a lifetime, blah blah blah blah.
Cliché it might be but honestly that storyline is so very familiar in reality but the only thing that these books, movies and songs never seem to master is the heartbreaking and the feelings that carry one onto two roads. PAIN OR HAPPINESS!
So we watch and listen to other people’s interpretation of love and we try to incorporate that to our experiences to that. We listen and judge but funny enough we find ourselves falling for the same storyline and walk away with a broken heart or if you are lucky a happy heart but prior to that still have doubts and questions on how and why this is happening to us. We search for answers that we know will hurt us at the end. We fall in love with the illusion of love to be in the “in crowd” in society. If he is bad for me, I make him a good guy to my peers so I don’t get to face the fact that I am stupid
My best friend and his room was the platform that brought me to discover the disturbing news: ”i am pregnant and your boyfriend is the father of the child ” Silence……My heart beat was all I could feel and hear. Doom, doom, doom, doom, oblivious to the pots I was burning in the kitchen. The walls caved in, my mouth dried like a dessert in summer’s heat.
Just like that, what could have been is to be more. The time, memories, hopes, future plans of building an “ever-after” dismantled like a jigsaw puzzle knocked over in a drunken blankness. What’s next? What did I do wrong? What does she have that I don’t have
WOW! All I could see was his smile and how they always made me crave the taste of his lips. Kissing in public never seem to bother me because it felt so right although in the black community it was so wrong but hey at the end we were just two teenagers who shared a teenage love affair. Is this a dream? Is this April fool’s day?
It’s like yesterday when I first laid eyes on him, coming back from school and him from varsity. Yes I was younger but as the late Aaliyah would say” Age is nothing but a number and without it, it aint nothing but a thing” Tall, dark with the body that would make guy jealous and any girl weak in the knees (looks are everything dear) Bright white eyes centered with an Oreo. A shy “hey” is all that seeped through those cuddly caves that hid the whitest, symmetrical teeth. Wow, felt a high synonymous to narcotics in an addict’s body. I was the prey that already had spotted her tiger and was in no rush to run away from crash.
For months I stalked him until he finally did what I waited for him to do, he said” Hey, how are you”? I never answered with words but with a smile and he then knew what I meant to say. He walked me home and what seemed to be a very joyful journey home to me at the back of my mind, I prayed that my parents would not spoil this for me and appear from nowhere and finding myself answering questions that I didn’t have the answers yet to my father. We exchanged names, numbers and a hug for now that was. From that day I remember thinking every call and sms would be him but to my surprise it took 2 days for him to call. I know that might be ok but waiting for a guy that you saw as your future boyfriend for 10 months to say hey and to notice you, 2 days was damn long.
I remember our first kiss. It was uncalled for, instinctive action that further widened the gap between the lover and the friend. He needed help with a computer program that enable you to edit a picture. I don’t know how changing the auto brightness changed into a collision of lips. Shyly I looked at the monitor as if it was all happening in my head.
It’s hard for me to attempt starting a new relationship because my best has been shared with someone who taught me that there is more to an attachment than romance. There are two different individuals who have to take each other into consideration when it comes to decisions and each other’s well being.
Communication is nothing more than a prerequisite for any form of amorous liaison. Without it all you have is a dream of happiness and a recipe for melancholy.
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