In the quiet solitude of my room, I put pen to paper, trying to capture the essence of what we once shared in this heartfelt letter to you.
That magical moment on the aisle of Shika and Mufasa felt like a scene out of a fairytale. It was as if Christmas had arrived early, and at that moment, I realized just how deeply I loved you. It was an undeniable love, one that the divine presence we both believed in bore witness to.
Our ancestors had been wise when they said that love was a feeling, for now, I understand the truth in those words. Love, I realized, was like a delicate flower or a plant in a garden, requiring constant care and nurturing.
I couldn’t help but acknowledge the unconditional love you had shown me. Together, we had created something beautiful, etching unforgettable memories into the tapestry of our lives. However, I regret to admit that I had taken this love for granted.
Not a day went by without us communicating, our messages and conversations filled with concern for each other’s well-being. I had made it a ritual to inquire about your day, whether you had eaten, and when I would have the pleasure of seeing you again.
Your appearance was of great importance to me, from how you smelled to how you looked, and you reciprocated by caring deeply about my growth and well-being. Despite the surreal nature of our connection, we clung to it tightly, knowing that it was something special. It pains me now to see these cherished memories slipping away.
I accept responsibility for breaking your trust, and I acknowledge the damage it caused to our relationship. But I pondered whether two wrongs could indeed make a right, a question that left me in a state of uncertainty.
Amidst my imperfections and flaws, I loved and cared for you deeply, and my knees would grow weak every time you kissed me or expressed your desire for more. Love, I realized, was a complex dance of emotions.
Our story took a darker turn as we faced insurmountable challenges. I felt that you had given up on us, pointing fingers and making me question my worth. I understand your perspective now, even though it took time.
Love, it turned out, wasn’t always enough to overcome the obstacles that life threw at us. Even as our hearts broke, our minds held onto lingering questions. Our problems had persisted for a year, draining both of us.
I had been a source of headache for you, and you had made it clear that you needed permission to be intimate with me. It was a revelation to me that you had sworn not to be with me until that fateful day.
The depth of our issues ran deep, leaving scars that were painful to contemplate. You found it easy to erase memories, and I was left grappling with the question of what love truly meant.
What is love if it cannot forgive? What is love if it cannot see past our flaws? What is love when bitterness takes hold? What is love when you regret meeting the person you love? These were questions that haunted my thoughts.
Memories, whether beautiful or painful, remain etched in our hearts and minds. Yet, it took a person of great faith to find forgiveness in their heart. I deeply appreciated your efforts, and together, we prayed for healing from the divine.
Our journey might not lead us back to each other, but I trust that the Almighty Sogbolisa had a reason for bringing us together. In the language of our shared experiences, I say, “Baa ba sia. Baa ba ntor ntor. Nye m3 woe nyuid3 ooo. 3dzi wo na fa.”
Thank you for loving me, even when love itself seemed to be an enigma.
“What is love, indeed?”
The Writer: Stella Aku Amevi
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That’s a great piece of write up there .
Will love to read more of this but i don’t believe in this thing call “love”(agape love). But I think this is a good masterpiece.”keep it up Stella”