Mon Cher Amor, My Sweet Love, My Valentine
Agbinya Mario Gabriel@agbinyamariogabriel183767
8 months ago
I THOUGHT LOVE WAS A MIRAGE
It was in the heart of a bustling city of Lagos, amidst the constant hum of life, the rush, the traffic jam, and the "Agboro" Wahala. I navigated my days like a lone wanderer, convinced that love was a mirage – a shimmering illusion that danced just out of reach. My experiences had taught him the bitter taste of heartbreak, leaving me skeptical of the very notion of real and everlasting love.
One ordinary day, fate intervened in the form of a small bookstore tucked away on a bustling street of Lekki. Intrigued by the smell of old books and the promise of undiscovered tales, I stepped inside. Little did I know that within those walls, my story would take an unexpected turn.
As I perused the shelves, a soft, gentle, and pulchritudinous voice caught my attention. Glancing over, I saw Amanda, an enchanting lady with an air of warmth that seemed to radiate from within. Our eyes met, and immediately it sparked a connection that transcended the ordinary exchanges of strangers. She smiled, and in that moment, I felt a flutter in my chest – a sensation long forgotten. And immediately I say in the Nigerian language " Omo see fine say na, this one set die".
Our encounters afterwards grew frequent as we explored the literary wonders of the bookstore together. Amanda's laughter became a melody that echoed in my heart, dispelling the shadows of skepticism. Yet, I hesitated to believe that this connection could be more than a fleeting illusion. Owing to my past experiences of heartbreaks " This love no fit pure, na Lekki be this" I said once again.
One rainy afternoon, as droplets painted the city streets of Lekki, I found myself sharing stories and dreams with Amanda over steaming mugs of coffee. The bookstore became a sanctuary of love where our hearts whispered in the quiet spaces between shelves. It was there, surrounded by the scent of ink and paper, that I began to entertain the idea that maybe, just maybe, love wasn't a mirage.
Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. The bookstore became a haven where our souls intertwined like the plotlines of the novels we cherished. It was then, I discovered that love wasn't an illusion but a journey, filled with the echoes of shared laughter and the warmth of understanding glances.
However, life's unpredictability cast a shadow over our budding romance. Amanda, a free spirit with a passion for travel, faced an opportunity to explore the world. It was a choice that beckoned her heart, yet it threatened the delicate bond of our connection.
Faced with the looming prospect of separation, I grappled with my newfound beliefs about love. Was it resilient enough to withstand the trials of distance and time? The answer lay not in the pages of a book but in the choices we made as individuals.
As Amanda embarked on her journey, I realized that love wasn't about possession or confinement. It was about supporting each other's dreams and finding solace in the shared moments, no matter the distance. Our love, once perceived as elusive as a mirage, evolved into a force that transcended physical boundaries.
Through handwritten letters and late-night calls, Amanda and I nurtured our connection across continents. The challenges of distance became threads in the intricate carpet of our love story, weaving a narrative of resilience and commitment. As time unfolded, we discovered that love, far from being an illusion, was a choice – a choice to weather storms, cherish memories, and build a shared future.
In the end, I realized that I had found love not in the mirage I once perceived, but in the tangible moments of joy, vulnerability, and shared dreams. Love, I discovered, was as real as the beating of my heart, and with Amanda by my side, the journey became the destination, and the mirage transformed into a lasting oasis of happiness.
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