By Bo* (Pseudonym)

Get ready for the greatest love story ever told… sound of natives beating the drums for effects

She was around 14, and I was 15. Readers, please note that I am older 😀

It sounds a bit cliché, but it really isn’t. The first day I laid eyes on her, I was lovesick. So lovesick that all I remember doing was standing there and staring at her. I didn’t know what about her got me so fixated… could it have been her quiet energy (which I now know to be a scam, of course :D) or was it that unique beauty that follows rich kids about :D. Between those two attributes, Cupid’s arrow had been pushed deeper into my heart.

There are so many beautiful moments about our love story, but don’t be fooled, it hadn’t always been this way.

Back in secondary school where all of this began, I didn’t know what the feelings meant. I knew that I was often embarrassed to voice out how I truly felt about her or how she made me feel; in some ways, my conscious mind knew that these sorts of feelings weren’t appropriate. On and on, we loved each other in an undefined, childish, and restrained way. Many times, I wanted to hold her hand or lie next to her with her body touching mine, and on those days when I allowed my mind to roam free, I imagined what it would feel like giving her a peck.

We then went on to Uni and happened to attend the same one. Trust me! I went after the one who made my heart race. The one who had my heart in her palms. Lol. I chased after her until it dawned on me that my feelings for her weren’t matched by her feelings for me. That she instead was chasing after another.

Prior to that day, I couldn’t recall when last I cried, but that night, I locked myself up in the bathroom and cried my soul out. My heart was breaking into several pieces, and there was nothing and there was no one that could help.

I gave myself the pep talk of my young life and managed to move on….

Well, I thought I had until I ran into her a couple of years later, and a series of events would end up in an embrace and would flip the tables and have her “chasing” after me…

We had a roller-coaster of a ride, and sometime in 2015, we went our separate ways, met new people, and in my case, met a couple of wild and crazy ones. Lol…

Well… I did try to keep the friendship between us amidst all of these, but she wasn’t interested in even talking to me, especially as a lot of hurt and pain had been caused. She resented me deeply and for very valid reasons…

There was a lot of silence between us, and I had started to really forget all about her, except for those days when my heart would incessantly prompt me to reach out to her.

…and on one of those days, I finally decided to stop being a coconut head and to heed the prompt I had fought so graciously for the last year.

All I can say really is that she is still that sharp-mouthed big baby with a big attitude pretty face that I fell in love with 24 years ago.

We love each other immensely; women/life have showed us, and so we know that there’s nothing out there that we’re missing. There’s love, there’s respect, there’s genuine care for the other person….

What more could I ask for? Except for Predator energy drink or Chai Latte, I’m obsessed with these!!