A December Thing!

To: whomever it way concern!

Ever found someone and you were just sure that "this one is the love of my life,losing them would be the end of me" ? And so was the case in this narration, we found it each other and we understood one another but ,was it real? Is love even real?

Chapter one: The meeting

Chapter two: The love

Chapter three: The steep hill

Chapter four: The rain after the storm

    "love is a garden to cherish"

Chapter one: The meeting

The social space is one can not avoid. Okay, am the type of person i considered myself emotionally strong, and believed in the independence of women,love to me was a made up theoretical feeling to keep the homo species alive and reproduction and multiplication to occurs, until it got to me. As quick but yet silent i found myself in a position even on my best days i would never shake off, I met a stranger.
Stranger was dark yet not too dark, medium skinned type of guys, this lips i would feel their softness from a look of a picture, his muscles i would seek comfort in. From a look I knew that, that right there was what i had seeked for years, that right there is what my heart has desired and looks for, yes you may say he was the love of my life, surprisingly he still a stranger to me, but my heart has its on mind. A contradiction between my mind and heart telling me that i shouldn't put my trust and hope high in someone i barely know, even bare was an under statement for i didn't even know him, and my heart telling me to pour my all in this and kick the ball with my best boots, I didn't know which part to listen to, was it the heart or the mind, cause so it's said that the heart is always blind folded, am stuck.

If stalking was not illegal, I would be in prison for my love cause Lord help me I couldn't go a day withought just checking-in into his profile to see what's his latest. I was silently hooked, even a post like from him to me was like a tiny bug waiting for me to scratch it off but i cant cause I loved this feeling. But as all good things do, they got to come to an end cause i was not ready to kiss and tell. A month later, I went back to the old me, an advocate for women's rights, yet the contraction continued, I could not lie to my heart nor could i stand to be a fool or was I to be? Was love my love for the stranger that selfish?

As all Mondays come will the blues, I made vows to myself that particular morning, surprisingly even to my own mind i vowed i would grab life by the balls and tell my heart out. Was i even ready for such a tremulous step, I did not know either but one thing i knew for sure is that by fire or by force i had to set my heart free from being caged in because of a particular stranger.

"Seeds of Love planted right give rise to the healthiest fruits and the richest flowers"

Later that day, I thought to myself, "It would be inhuman of you to be all over someone's profile withought sending a single hi", well that's what my heart told me, while my mind thought, "such guts to get a chance to embarrass yourself", but i decided that I was going to sink into this ocean even if it was the last thing I do.

Hiding behind the screens is what the third industrial revolution brought us, truly is all we know but the hiding i was engaging in today was from a heart of hope that I might bring something good, well it's said that God is there, so I lay on my bed with my thoughts all over the place, writing countless text which failed to go through as i constantly erased them. Days passed and the same events repeated themselves, where was my courage, what was happening to me, I was alerted by a pop of a message and it was HIM.