While my journey home was still on, I was wondering and asked myself "Ala are you in love?"
He did it again but I didn't expect it 'cause the few times we had gone home together after that day he first did it, he never attempted it. Believe me, it was like my heart flew out of my chest and came back after some seconds.
On a very good Saturday, I was doing my laundry with my untidy hair then my mum called and said I had a visitor. I couldn't even imagine who my visitor was but I quickly washed my hands, wore shorts and a top then found my way to the Living Room. Lo and behold, the beloved 'He' was just sitted, smiling and talking with my mum and at that moment I felt like the ground should open up and swallow me. I just braced up my confidence and acted like I was the cleanest girl at that moment. Hahahaha!!!
Okay! That very dirty me Saturday, while walking him out, I got my first unexpected french kiss and Oh!! how I blushed and wanted more plus I lifted my right leg up. Lol! Immediately that happened it was true love for me based on the American movies and books I had seen and read. #Laughing hard
Growing up in one of the worst environments which was called *COLOMBIA* and remaining disciplined as a teenager was quite a big one. An environment where prostitution, hard drugs, brutality, fighting and killings was the order of the day. It was as bad as if you didn't see them break someone's head in a day, you've had a boring day. Or is it the part where guys are pricing prostitutes 300 Naira when you go to buy something from aboki? Smh
He knew I liked him somuch and wanted a relationship with me but my answer was a "NO" not because I didn't think I loved him but because I told myself I wouldn't try dating till 18. It was hard fighting those emotions mostly when your peers are all in relationships but my word was my bond. To me, kissing him, loving to kiss him, fantasizing on how
we could spend our lives together, my right leg coming up while kissing him, etc was the signs of my love for him. How foolish I thought.
we could spend our lives together, my right leg coming up while kissing him, etc was the signs of my love for him. How foolish I thought.
Love is not a fairytale, love is not lifting your right legs up while kissing a guy/girl, love is not thinking of just that one person, love is not buying or getting gifts from or for a guy/girl, love is not enjoying the time you spend with the person, love is not enjoying having sex with him/her, love is not enjoying the romance sessions you have with each other neither is love just a word you say to feel good.
Love is deep, sensible, truthful, patient, selfless, kind, not boastful, not rude, not violent, not sensual, never gives up, never threatens, never loses faith, always hopeful, above all, LOVE is SACRIFICE.
God is a perfect example of a lover that He sacrificed He's only son for us because of the unfailing love He has for us that we might be redeemed.
Show love not just to your spouse, spouse to be or family but to every single person you come across on this planet even the destitute. Love is beyond one individual.
Change your mindset about love.
As for the 'He', you need not know his name. *winks*
I rest my case.
Happy Valentine's Day.
Ala O. Wilcox