Hopeless Romantic

Hi, it’s been a while. I have been good and I hope you too have been good too.
Yesterday, I saw an old-friend who I hadn’t talked to for the longest of time. I was quite ecstatic. We caught up on some of the things we had missed out on. He then made mention a book I wrote. I was stunned, how would he have known about Valentine: What matters most? He briefs me on the story line, which made it evident he had actually read it and wasn’t just bluffing. I was even most ecstatic, Wow, the busiest guy I know read my book. He was quick to point out the suspense that tailed the story line and how fascinating he found it. I blushed, it was humbling on his part, knowing he wasn’t the ‘read book’ kind of a person. He however made mention areas I needed to work on. He told me how he had shared it with his friends and how he looks forward to reading more of my books. We exchange final pleasantries before we went our separate ways. I felt appreciated.
However just before he left, he asked me a question that kept replaying like a Hi-fi in my head. “What inspired your story, since I know you’re not really the love kind of person?” I responded with “typical Nigerian love story, what you see, you re-create.” and that was the truth. The part where he had me feel like I didn’t have a love life to relate to was a bit bothering. Was he right? Do I really not have a love life?
I took some time off the grid to think. I’m not a hopeless romantic, I’m more logical when it comes to ‘love’ very logically if I’m being frank. I don’t just fall in love, just like that. Love, to me, carries weight, amassing more than 1000kg. lol.
I have had crushes, likes, infatuations and all the sought, but love is very deep and that’s why I don’t write much about it. Love to me is more of a process. It’s like been born then gradually growing from a baby-young child-teenager-youth-adult. And this process goes a long way in determining if I can boldly tell some ‘yeah, I love you’ and mean it the way everyone else expects it to be.
I may seem cold and frigid to the subject matter, but I’m not. I watch and observe. If I one day introduce the world to the person I love, be sure to also know it all went through a process. I must have had the girl/ guy as first a friend, then a confidant and over-time someone I couldn’t do without. Some people stop at being friends and probably very few, confidant.
At the end of my thinking I was happy to know that there was a good reason behind my ‘love story’. Being logical about every single thing, most especially in my love affairs had made me make the best decisions of my life and avoided the wrong ones. And I find that very satisfying.
Thanks for reading.
Link to Valentine: What matters most https://okadabooks.com/book/about/detail/25875

Praise Adeola

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