Love and differences, which wins?
Somebody said love is stronger than death, may be they were right. It may be the best feeling one can ever get to experience, when in love it is the love only that matters. It draws you so close to the loved one and one just never wants to let go. It brings one a feeling that no words can ever describe. Everything else stands still to give way to it. Some of you probably know better so am not going to jolt down all I know about how fine love is. But has anyone ever thought of what differences between the lovers can cost them? Well, I also never thought of it until it happened to me.
As a young lady in campus and making the most out of it, I interacted with different people from all levels within the institution. It is through this that I met this guy and when he talked to me and created some humor, I knew I liked him. Calls followed and every conversation left me with a desire to know this person better. Later an invitation to lunch as a way of visiting and getting to know each other better followed and I just could not say no, “I like him already so why not?” I told myself.
One thing led to another and before long, I wanted to be with him every minute of the day and every step of the way. Of course he had some unpleasant character but I chose to concentrate on the pleasant ones. What I never concentrated on at all was on how different we were and this is the biggest mistake I made.
I fell more in love every day but somehow, we still fought. We were not fighting because we had issues but because we just could not agree on issues and couldn’t understand and respect each others’ way of thinking. We hurt each other so bad and not because we wanted to but because we were just DIFFERENT. So different that we were together but at the same time worlds apart. Our relationship was a series of breaking up and making up; we broke up because of our differences and because of the love we had for each other, we still made up each time we broke up. This happened until it got the better of us and finally drove us out in the cold.
Every time I reach out to love what is rubbed on my face is the same old story, “you are this, you are that…….i don’t think i can handle…..blah blah blah” . Now, my 2 cents…………… my dreams and ambitions……………………………..something I realized I don’t wanna let go for love. Not ever!
So now I can’t help but wonder each day, what is love really?
I am Wanjiru Kaburu 