From movies to real life, one question I am yet to understand people ever having to ask is “do you love me?”
Really? Why do you have to ask? Why? And whatever my response is will you believe me? If I tell you I love you, only after you asked, would that satisfy your curiosity?
“You’ll never find someone like me”.
First thing first, who told you they were searching for your type? What gives you the impression that they are still interested in someone like you?
This might be a bit of a stretch, but if you ever have to ask if I love you, then I most likely do not.
Or I’ve failed in my love for you.
Either way, I’m not happy you asked.
Is it actually possible to be saying sorry too often? Isn’t that part of ethics, morals, and civility?
Especially when the person isn’t being self-effacing, or abdicating responsibility for something gone wrong.
Hollywood, Bollywood, and Nollywood, the time has come for you to drop this cliche. There are a thousand and one other ways to fall in love. Feel free to go with any other.
Now imagine your lover doesn’t share your sense of humor. Each time you laugh, they ask, “what’s funny?”
No matter how you explain, they just don’t get it. And whenever you share something you find funny with them, they’ll reply, “and so?” “I don’t get it.”
I still fondly remember the first time you said you love me. It was like time stood still.
I could hear a butterfly land on a flower’s petal a thousand miles away. The blue color of the sky looked freshly painted, to a point of exaggeration. If a pin dropped at the other end of the earth at that point, I would have heard it.
There must be an alternate universe where you and I end up together. But in this universe, how can I end up with this your friend I have come to like?
I find this revelation so funny, yet enlightening, that I can’t even be upset with mummy for starting marriage talk with me this morning. This made a lot of sense.
Immediately she was done, the D.J started his main duty. P-square’s busy body was the hit song of the moment. There was no better song with which to start the party.
A vital lesson that has stuck with me over the years is that the distance from admiration to jealousy is shorter than the distance from my thumb to my pinkie finger.
In my opinion, they are two sides of the same coin.
And by the way, what if I don’t like you? What would you then do?
You would get angry, would you then report me to someone? Or would you come and flog me? Or do you have the power to make me like you by force?
I can’t remember the first time I heard Nicki Minaj’s Pills N Potions, but I can still remember how I felt when I heard it.
As a matter of fact, that feeling comes back afresh each time I hear it.
But if he ever says he is done being your man, if he ever says he wants a life without you, if he ever says it is time to part ways, I don’t want you to shed a tear. I don’t want you to be heartbroken. I don’t want you to doubt yourself for a second.
Please, know that someone sees you. Someone wants you. Someone would be glad to have you in their life.
That someone is me.
And if I never heal from this heartbreak, will I ever get to love again?
Can love be built on pain?
What if I’m unable to connect with anyone?
Who would teach me to love again?
The fact that you are old enough to be married, or have your own children is by the way. All a mother wants to do is keep you safe.
And if that requires taking a firm hold of your hand as you cross the street, road, or expressway, then so be it.
Tomi said she is happy to cook and enjoys doing it. According to her, the way to a man’s heart is through good meals, and she intends to practice with me until she gets married.
Eventually, Henry, our class captain had to send out everyone who wasn’t a member of our class.
I don’t need to say it, but the magic of Valentine was dead. Cupid probably sat atop a cloud weeping.
Did you propose and they turn you down? We buy rejected engagement rings. And if your proposal was accepted but the ring is too big or small, we buy that too.
The closer we got to Valentine, the more desperate guys got about getting a girlfriend. That was the only way to get an invite.
The girls in the class meanwhile knew they held all the aces. They were quite finicky about accepting any propositions.
For all of us still single, in a relationship, or in an “it’s complicated-ship”, happy Valentine’s Day to us.
As for all those in their husbands, wives, or lovers’ arms, stop reading this. I have nothing for you. You know where to collect your own greetings.
Being more intentional about knowing your spouse will make your home happier. Forever is a long time, it is better spent in happiness than bitterness.
Knowledge will be a major difference-maker in addition to love. Everyone can claim to love your spouse, but no one should know them better than you do.
Our Research and Investigation Department has informed us that if we give you too many gifts, other ladies might see it and get interested in us. We want to remain faithful. We don’t want other ladies to come and tempt us. In our opinion, prevention is better than cure.
I pray you get to experience groundbreaking, life-changing, empowering, emboldening love. The kind of love that makes the day brighter and colors pop extra. That makes you understand the lyrics to your favorite songs.
I have seen men that are tough, authoritative, unquestionable, fierce, whatever else adjective you want to qualify them with. Yet, whenever their wives or kids come around, you see a different side of them.
In that moment, they are approachable, calmer, and friendlier. You might even be able to get a smile from them.
When they ask you, why do you trust him this much?
Are there no better men out there?
Is he down for the long haul as you are?
I want you to tell them, “all the feelings I’ve got for him, he’s got it twice and over for me.”
“The essence of life manifests better when love is found.”
This is to love. May we find it. May the one we find it in, find it in us. And when it ends in heartbreak or death, may it all be worth it.
On the first day of February, we got into class to meet a massive bouquet of flowers on Valentina’s table. All the girls quickly gathered around her, discussing who the sender might be.
For a better part of my life, if you ask me what the meaning of love is, I had no answer. This is despite the fact that I have been taught all my life to love my neighbor as myself.
It is like everyone was too busy teaching me who to love, that no one remembered to teach me what it means to love.
Life without you is difficult. Unbearable. And I don’t want to get over you. I am struggling get used to be alone. Honestly, I don’t want to get used to life without you.
If I get used to it, there might be no coming back.