Love Yours .

Not so fun fact. This was ready some time before Christmas but my December might have over understood its assignment. Here we are using it as our 2022 debut blog. There couldn’t have been a better write to do with this since Love covers a multitude of sin. (Let’s pretend it’s not a few days into the new year and you may or may not be reading this from your work place / study desk.) In fact you are reading this so I know your holiday is but a distant memory already.

 Sometimes you really think you’ve met the one , then you meet another one and another one. Some lucky few do meet the one and they remain to be the only one. These ones need to do better in 2022. Write books, hold webinars and send us the prayers you made. We can’t all be relying on Ciara’s prayer you know. Others actually meet the one but given that there’s no separate underground world where they are manufactured it ends in tears and those ones want no one after that one. Whatever category you belong to, it’s really okay as we all found ourselves here paying taxes, fighting new variants of Covid and just guessing our way through this maze. Do not be deceived, nobody knows what they are doing.

A great 21st century Philosopher by name Jermaine Lamarr Cole confessed to me that he meant to say that some people find love while others make memes . But for rhythm and to avoid raffling feathers he chose to simply say that some people make millions while others make memes .Look him up I promise you will like him too, it’s no coincidence that he has a great piece of writing with the title Love Yours . The point here being that it’s the end of yet another year and you probably made memes, no love for you and sadly no millions either. It’s really okay because after all didn’t we say that time is an abstract concept created by carbon based life forms to measure their decay?

You might have lacked in romantic love but you sure have had opportunities to find love . In friendships, in people, in places. It may not be packaged in white on a yacht or in picture perfect couple albums. Your friendships don’t necessarily start and end with fancy dinners and you’re tempted to occasionally think that you and your friends are less cooler. Love is in those conversations that reassure you that things will be okay or in the hearty laughter that leaves you in tears. In the simple joys you share with those who are close to your heart . In those small things that you don’t necessarily document but fondly etch in your heart. Genuine love that is not self seeking and does not ask of you more than you can give. 

Sometimes, people run out of love . Others run away from it . All in all, when it was genuine it is not so much a loss. I recently had a conversation with a close person on opening ourselves up to love and the vulnerability this requires. I don’t know about you but I would rather risk getting hurt than miss out on experiencing love and all it’s highs. I highly recommend this philosophy to everyone who intends to live a full life . Love is however not for the weak  It requires courage to let love in knowing too well that nothing is guaranteed but trusting in the unknown. I could gush here about my close friend who I had this conversation with and how time is not as abstract to me this year but what fun would that be ? Instead here is something from an anonymous guest writer who we would say was courageous enough to let love in and that alone counts.

“Absence makes the heart grow fonder.”

Staring at my phone, I couldn’t help but scroll through our chats, smiling whenever I came across your bad jokes, frowning whenever I re-read our numerous arguments. I had never realized just how much I missed you, perhaps this break was needed, it didn’t seem like it though but perhaps this was just but a drunk man going through his motions.

I quickly glance at the media section of our chats and can’t quite stop myself from marveling at your beauty. From your charming smile; which always livens up my mood, to your awkward poses that mysteriously work for you; I won’t forget your height which forms a perfect blend when paired with mine. I quickly realize that you are one in a million (pardon the cliché).

“Why not just call her?” I ask myself. “And tell her what exactly?” came a reply from the back of my mind. Yes ladies and gentlemen, I had the classical battle going on in my mind between the devil’s advocate and angels’ representative. Which side of the coin the 2 parties represented, I do not know.

For starters, I miss our long calls where we would talk about everything and nothing in equal measure. The long laughs that we shared and occasional tears that we shed together. I valued the fact that I could be me around you, and not the fake version of me that I show the world.

I especially liked how we always spent time together, days perhaps weeks on end and would never get bored of or in each other’s presence. We were friends, good mates and should have probably been lovers.

I guess the angels’ representative wanted me to call her who I’m increasingly  seeing as my angel.

I still couldn’t get myself to make that call though. I guess the devil’s advocate won this case. Hopefully one day I’ll make that call, till then though, I drink, and hold on to the memories that we made; in the hope that we shall make more in the future.