I've been in love twice, and I'm still in love with them both.
The falls have a space of 5 years between them.
It didn't work out with them, but I still smile when I think of them.
Apart from learning how kind, understanding and happy love makes one, I realize that you can't completely explain love.
The two men in question are as different from each other as light is from day, even in their complexions.
A is dark skinned, a yoruba man, is an obvious Christian, we talk about God a lot, and I respect him.
B is light skinned, an Igbo man, is not an obvious Christian, and we rarely, if ever, talked about God, and I respect him.
I am thinking about the fact that they are so different, and yet I'm still a little in love with them.
Love never dies. It may stop growing, and hate may creep in, but true love never dies.
And so this valentine, I may be all by myself, but I bask in the knowledge that I have loved twice, and in the hope that I'll love (fully) again.
