Never Again, Social Media Love

Reality

Finally, the weddings were over. And we were back in the States with everyone including my sister and her newly wedded husband. We all matched her down to her husband's home. I can't believe my sister insisted to be with him after all. She must love Craig, I could see in the way she smiled, the way she talked about him with pride and with so much joy. Love is patient, love is forgiving. She reminded me of the night before her wedding. I watch her explain to me in clear terms that she can't see herself with someone else which I somehow tried not to believe. Maybe because I have never really felt loved by anyone but it was clear my sister June was attached to Craig. I believe my sister is beautiful inside and out, with her weakness resting on someone she cares about. I knew she deserved more.

And then I pondered on the writing of an article I read some time ago about attachment and love, the writer gave concise reasons for attachment to not being love. I remembered nodding at each reason.

The hardest breakup is when there's so much attachment and sometimes mistook for love. Ever wondered why people get hurt and do not want to leave because they are attached and the fear of being alone kills even more than the cheating or even the emotional breakdown they go through? How we would slowly want to go back to our ex just to give our pounding chest rest or how we crave to remain sane even when the red flags can be seen. How do we give excuses for every action and hold back to things that coincide with the underlying issues? That's clearly what attachment does.

And I wasn't in the position to tell June this. She looks happy and ready to go on with this. I can't ruin this for her. My mom would kill me if she gets to know I was behind the wedding being called off. Her favorite name for me is "Obanje" because I was always against someone or something.

I weakly smiled at June, brushing her loose hair strands from her extension to the side of her right ear.

I love you and that's all that matters and please don't hesitate to tell me anything" my gaze was fixed on hers. I'm serious, anything. I warned again, jerking her lightly by her shoulders.

I will. She giggles along. If there's anything June is known for is her strength and resilience.

But strength shouldn't be quantified by how much pain we go through. I want to find strength even in peace, love, and happiness.

I laughed at me one of Emma's dry responses when we spoke about the strength of a woman.

Isn't that why we have a weakness? She said and shrugged. Giggling sheepishly to annoy me. 

I shook my head at how stupid and witty Emma can be.

And you're the most beautiful bride. I wryly smiled and directed my attention back to my sister.

We hugged so tight, I was the big sister but the tears were finding their way down my cheeks.

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It felt so good to be back, but the thoughts of work tomorrow were not why it was good to be back. I was beginning to hate this job. I wish there was another occasion so I could take another left. I whispered.

"I've told you to quit that job of yours and find something else." Emma walked into the living with her biker shorts that revealed her long legs and her dark scar on her knee with a red cotton crop top. One word to describe Emma is a Fashion icon. She is always well dressed at home with her makeup even on days when the weather is hot.

"Never to be caught unfresh." She calls it.

My stare slowly turned to her, leaving a smirk on my face, my lips were partly opened but I thought of how to respond to her. Emma was full of humor and knew when to use words. Sometimes her replies are annoying but you can't shut her up.