As a young adult, I usually liked to watch romantic movies not those ones that show sex scenes o, but those that display love, you know that love that melts the heart, even by watching them, I was there for the pure, unadulterated romance. The gentle touches, the meaningful glances, the way two hearts seemed to beat as one.
I was that girl who believed in soulmates with every fiber of her being.
I would just be day dreaming of the time when my own love would eventually come. Then it was like Love between couples was the only thing that I knew , I imagined having to love someone and Someone loving back with the same energy.In my mind, love was this magical force that could transform the ordinary into the extraordinary.i mean meeting and being with someone who would match my own energy, someone who would love me with the same intensity, the strength that I was capable of giving.
Ehn…. If you were in my mind then maybe you would have asked me to tone down on how I thought about relationships, but then let me just say that at a point I had my teenage hood destroyed, but as the kind of person I am I don't allow things weigh me down, I try to look for the white light at every dark tunnel I encounter , those who know me or have heard stuff about my teenage hood , would ask me , so you still believe there is love, well if i didn't believe why was I still alive, why didn't I just end my miserable life , but nah…. That's not me.
So here I am telling you I was a strong believer of LOVE, like I really did believe love was one thing that could conquer all things , you know that love that you see among couples on the internet, in movies, outside, in public gatherings , mehn… that live that I thought could endure all things.
Well sadly I tell you today that I do not believe in love anymore ,Not in the way I used to, anyway. it wasn't a conscious
act to not believe in it anymore, Wait… There was no dramatic moment where I had to throw my hands up and declare, "See that's it! I'm done with love!" Instead, it was a quiet realization, like waking up one morning and noticing that a plant you've been watering faithfully has died despite your best efforts. Well you can't blame this girl , because I have endured all in the name of love, don't get me wrong ,I am not saying this so that you all can get discouraged , no it's just how I feel as I am writing this prompt because it helps me better to clear up my mind.
This love works for some people, but for me it hasnt and has never, and with it ,I question every other thing that came with what I had to go through .
So many things changed my mind and I am still not convinced that there is actually a thing called love.Looking back now, I seriously want to reach out through time and gently shake that starry-eyed girl. Not that to crush her dreams ehn… noo o, but maybe to whisper, "Hey, take it easy. The world isn't as simple as those movies make it seem." But shey would have listened? Maybe not. That's the one thing about being young and full of hope, you will think you're invincible, that your heart is strong enough to weather any storm. Hehhe. I know better now o .
This is my response to the Hive Naija weekly Prompt
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