Friday, May 20, 2011

That Thing Called Love

The first picture we took together

     So some months ago, I got out of my first relationship of two and a half years. No, it was not an ugly break up though our relationship did have some intensely ugly moments. We cried and kissed each other good bye. He simply moved to pursue his dreams and I simply stayed to complete my education and graduate from college. I fell of the last person I ever expected to fall for. But we understood each other. We had our own smiles and quotes. We acted like children that had their own secret friendship that no one else could be a part of. And we loved each other protectively and fiercely. The sacrifices we gave for one another can not be counted. But unfortunately, he had to move. I am not going to talk about our negatives, just know that they existed.

     I gave him everything good I had in me and left myself with nothing. He threw his carefully guarded emotions at my feet and sacrificed so much for the both of us. We exhausted ourselves in our love. We became adults together but we needed to know what it is like to be adults apart. We are both experiencing this new found freedom so foreign independently. Of course we miss each other. We don't say it because we do not need to. I never thought I would find a relationship like this. Yes, I was one of those girls who would spend long, lonely nights not wanting to be alone. Wanting to be held, yearning for those tender kisses and comforting arms. I got it all. I remember the first time I saw him. He had just got done lifting weights outside his house and damn, he looked good. I paid him no mind though. Weeks later, I ran into him. Or rather, he stopped me in the mall. And he said my name. Sweet baby Jesus! Not only did this man remember my name, but he said it right! And so it began. I swear I did not like this man at first. He was interesting but his ideals on women disgusted me (that changed lol). But there was something about him. Despite his rough edges, he was a gentleman and his laugh....... I would be over at his house at 10pm, we would talk until 7am and I would doze off. I would wake up later to find him curled at the foot of his bed, keeping his distance while I sprawled my entire body all around.




      He fell for me when I would wear sweatpants, t-shirts and flip-flops (slippas) everywhere. He fell for me before I knew how to dress to impress, how to even wear heels and not stumble. And I was with him hopping fences and running to catch buses, walking miles in the cold (seriously, we walked in winter) and in the sun. He stayed with me when I discovered my passion in life and I stayed with him when he finally got a job, got himself into college again and became man enough to even adopt his younger brother. He was my Primal Man, and I was his Jungle Love (yup, that's how I created my other bigger blog). He was swift to judge men who looked at me, and I was the jealous banshee who made sure that no woman liked him lol. Neither of us had anything to worry about. I developed his slang which I still use on a daily basis and every now and then, he would break out in an attempted Nigerian accent. I fell in love with Jay-Z because of him and sometimes I would catch him singing some D'banj.
      He was my first true love, my best friend and probably the closest person I had to family. What we will become in the future, only distance and time can tell. We might drift apart and become strangers as most do but whatever the outcome, I am ready. I feel as if I have gone through the one experience I have always dreamt about. I finally know what it is like to fall in and out of love and my God, what an amazing feeling that is.




23 comments:

  1. Yow! This is absolutely beautiful!

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  2. wow, that was deep. i'm glad ur taking it well cuz the majority of us are emotional wrecks after the "end" (whether it be temporary or permanent) of our first love lol

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  3. This is some deep love story. Not everyone is fortunate enough to experience it and you are really strong to accept it when it came to an end.

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  4. That was absolutely fantastic..I too know what it feels like to love fiercely...it came to an end too but unfortunately, i wasn't as strong and level headed to accept it. I stayed in bed for weeks and almost lost everything i had worked for because i just didn't care anymore.

    Funny enough, we are quite good friends now even though our break up was anything but friendly...the Gwen Stefani song 'cool' epitomises how friendships form after the end of a relationship and how completely natural they feel.

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  5. Nwanne,
    This is a sweet love story. I like.

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  6. This is so sweet..I love it
    Thanks for sharing =)

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  8. thanks for sharing :) this is beyond sweet. its Good to know that this exists somewhere, even if it hasn't happened to me yet. blessings.

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  9. one sweet love story well put. something tells me it doesnt end here

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  10. awwww...i love falling in love...there is no better feeling...

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  11. Just biutiful.
    Thats what I tell friends. give it your all so that when it is over you can say 'I have been loved'... doing things in half measures only leaves you feeling unfulfilled.

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  12. This was SO beautifully written! I really enjoyed this post!! Such a wonderful story :)

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  13. @Ginger...niiiice! Going to base my life on that quote of yours!

    @Yagazie...The sweetness! I hope it all works out for the both of you. Here's a nugget of wisdom: "It don't take all day to recognize sunshine." -Common

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  14. Okayy, this is what i call BEAUTIFUL!!! i'm glad you've had the experience, Yaga! <3

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  15. AWWW, YOU MAKE ME WANT TO CRY, IN FACT I HAVE TEARS IN MY EYES. BRAVE OF YOU TO SHARE YOUR PERSONAL AND PRIVATE STORY HERE AND THANKS, A LOT!!!

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  16. this brought tears to my eyes. ..& I'm known for being sappy anyway but this was a great post. real.

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  17. oooh! This is such a sweet story. sweet and strong. reminds me of India Arie's song Good Man

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