Love is a beautiful thing and if you are lucky to find someone who loves you as much as you do or even more, it's simply heaven on earth. You will be the most happiest person on earth and will live everyday thanking your stars for bringing such love your way.
There this saying that first love never dies, well I think I will agree with it because sometimes I do have memories of my first love flashing back and at that moment I will just wish that it never ended, but you know we don't usually get what we wish for.
One of the things that usually brings these memories back is when I see fair tall guys with beards. Oh no why did I spill that, now I'm shying shy 🙈, lol.
Well since I already said it let me continue. Well you know some of us ladies like them fair, tall and probably with six packs just like a knight in shinning armor, lol lol. And my first love had all these coupled with long full bear bear that got to his hairy chest, a beard gang to the core and I was crazy about it because I usually play with it and sometimes plait them. 😅. You know people do crazy things when they're in love.
But the surprising thing was that before I met him, I never liked guys with beards, can't even relate with them but I don't really know what happened in his own case that I had to fall for him, I think the cupid played a fast one on me.
I love music and luckily he loves music too. Infact he plays guitar and belonged to a band group when he was staying in Kano before relocating to the East where I met him. So you can imagine two love birds singing - my voice ringing out it's sweet soprano while his with a deep baritone that compliments the guitar he's playing. We can spend hours reeling out songs from country classic, reggae, hip pop to rhythm and blues then we will enter the song of lovers, so lomantic 🤣.
But the unique thing about this whole love thingy is how our hearts were so connected such that I feel whenever he isn't happy or going through some challenges. Wherever I am, I will start feeling uneasy and unsettled, and it won't stop until I hear from him or probably visit. When I think of it, I see the name, Obim which I call him was indeed manifesting.
You know sometimes love is tested to find out how strong or true it is and mine was. Well he did test me in a way I wouldn't have imagined which kept me in an awkward situation.
I was at the office one day and the mail man brought a letter that was addressed to me. Reading it I was shocked by the contents - the summary was that the guy I am dating has a history of mental illness and that it runs in his family plus other things that were mentioned there.
I was thrown in a state of confusion such that it affected my work that day, even when I saw him after work I was still shocked but I tried to maintain my cool but it wasn't easy. Of course he asked what was amiss but I couldn't open up. The following day which heralded the weekend, I visited unannounced and spent the weekend observing him closely just like I was told in the letter but found nothing unusual in his behavior. It was after a month later that I asked him about the content of the letter. Long story cut short, he later confessed that he was the one who sent me the letter and his reason was to know if I really loved him. Oh that was so wicked of him, I cried my eyes out because I never believed he could doubt the love I had for him but I had to forgive after he apologized with a promise not to try it again.
If jealousy was a name, then that's what I will call Obim. I remember the second valentine's day after I met him, I couldn't see him because I had to run errands for my mom. There was no phone then to call so the following day, I went to see him and started throwing tantrums and didn't want to believe me, I had to flare up and threatened to call it quits if he continues that way. Did he stop there, no, but I just had to accept him that way.
The first ever perfume present I got was from him on one of the valentine's day. I can't forget that perfume in a hurry First Lady it was called. Giving it to me, he said the name is exactly what I represent in his life and that no matter what, I am number one and he never failed to tell anyone who cares to know that, hmmm.
All through the years we were together, he was the one buying perfume for me.
Aside from his
Although we continued but along the line so many waters passed through the bridge and we parted ways, in good faith.
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This is my response to HiveNaija Weekly prompt