Love
Love…
What is this thing that everyone talks about with so much emotion?
Why do people lose sleep over something seemingly normal?
How do conversations keep reverting back to this topic?
It’s a strange thing to know so much about something you’ve never experienced.
To know the moment someone feels this emotion just from hearing them speak about a person.
I wonder sometimes why that word elicits extremes of reactions in humans; longing, jealousy, bitterness, yearning, sadness and sometimes, even its opposite, hate.
Right from time, it’s something we’ve learned to search for; in the restlessness you express as a child because of the absence of a parent figure, in holding your sibling’s hand when walking back from school for fear that they’ll be snatched away, in the longing eyes you throw to that crush when you find he’s interested in another, in cooking your significant other’s favourite meal after a long day because you know it’d make up for the stress he’s had to go through, in buying the hundred naira biscuit for your son when coming back from work even though you know sweet things are not the best, and the greatest, in the shedding of blood so I get to have a relationship with You.
What is this love that makes it seem like no one can live without it?
Not my usual style of writing, but I’m learning to experiment; I hope you have room for me for that🥹
In case you’re new here and are unaware, I published my debut novel, Redeemed, in September and since then, I’ve watched some of you show up for me and leave amazing reviews, it’s been nothing short of beautiful, humbling and rewarding all at the same time. Thank you and if you’re curious as to what it’s about, I’d leave pictures below. Both eBook and paperback versions are available and they’re currently on sale! You can check the link in my bio for more information. Thank you and God bless you plenty as you read🤍 Even if you don’t get it, that’s fine by me. You being here is enough for me. I love you!
I’m sorry for dumping in your comments😭🫠but reading the line about restless babies when parents are absent reminds me of how heartbroken I feel every time I see/hear someone tell parents to not hold their crying babies every time to avoid “spoiling” them. I get that sometimes it’s a lot on the parents, I can’t imagine how hard navigating that new phase is but there’s just something about crying babies being left alone that my heart can’t handle.
I love this🤍and it definitely is strange that I know so much about something that I’ve never experienced (atleast not the romantic aspect; I am surrounded by other forms of love)…I just know that when I do, it will be a beautiful thing but until then(and beyond), my Lover’s love is enough for me🤍