No-one! Absolutely no-one needs young love, unless you enjoy sleeping on a pillow drained in your own tears listening to "love is wicked" by Brick and Lace.
Love as a feeling and act has been unguardedly misinterpreted; these days, no-one gives all...no-one serves all.
Most-times I can't help but wonder how we get played by the same people who wanted us first; people would put in so much energy and resources to get your attention, only to play you dirty in the end...and then you're forced to watch all of your emotions and devotions go down in ashes.
What is the problem though? Love or those who give it wrongly?
"Love has been made the most wistful feeling ever; a hurtful mind game that could have anyone enthralled and cajoled to their point of nadir...leaving you broken with nothing to hold onto.
It might look so insane and feel so real; you'd hardly believe its attachment...but waking up, you'd realize you're better off alone than in the warmth of the one you love."
ADAORA.
Whenever Hazel, Iris and I gathered up to have discussions about boy related issues, I am usually the one with less stories or no stories at all; I am basically just so scared to engage in any form of attraction towards men...they're usually secretly having three girlfriends, a wife, eight baby mama's, a lady purse and red lipstick stains on the collar of their shirts, trust me...I am not exaggerating.
"Tu ne peux pas voler avec des ailes cassees, de meme que tu ne peux aimer avec un Coeur brise (you cannot fly with broken wings, and you cannot love with a broken heart)".
"what about Alex, did he call you back after you confronted him?" asked Iris
"nope, no he didn't call me back; and that was best for him or I swear to God..." I mumbled.
BACK IN TIME STORY (HOW I MET ALEX)
Alex was a bloke I met randomly at a hospital lychgate during my freshman second semester, not to lie; he looked like a young Justin Bieber painting that came to life.
He was a temptation in male form but he wasn't so captivating for me to abandon morality and make sin a virtue. Nope.
we chatted at the spot and then exchanged contacts since he claimed to have come from the same state as I did.
Alex and I kept communicating via phone calls and texts, he was a cool dude who sort of matched my vibe...funny and intelligent with no engagement or wedding ring.
The only thing he couldn't do at his age of twenty-four was design a good building...he was a nurse.
We were friends, he told me all of his secrets to make me feel special
"hey Adaora, I've never told anyone what I'm about to tell you" he'd always say; the boy definitely knew how to play his games.
About a few months into our friendship he proceeded to asking me out by declaring his lovely never-ending feelings towards me.
I kind of felt sad that my response may have somehow broken him and caused his drifting,
" I do not know how to reciprocate love, therefore I don't indulge in any efforts towards it" I told him.
Long story cut short;
on one of my boring Saturday mornings while I was surfing instagram stories, I came across Alex's...he posted a pregnant beautiful woman embracing a young boy who was about seven years old...
Alex was present in the picture and he wore a wedding ring this time;
I held my phone even tighter, like a child guarding her candy.
He captioned the picture "celebrating my thirty-fifth with my whole world".
"Alex is married you guys" I said to Hazel and Iris who's reactions had me slightly pissed...they probably thought I was joking
" look, here's a picture" I said stretching out my phone to them.
Phone rings...
"is the audacity for me?" Alex dared to call!
Alex; what's up Adaora? How are you doing today?
Me; I am good, how's your pregnant wife and son? (I had no time to prolong the talk)
Alex; what are you talking about?
Me; your wife! Or isn't her you posted on your story?
Alex; oh, sorry about that. She complained about me not posting her and my boy regularly, she's scared that I might not be proud of them.
Me; (laughing in an awkwardly annoying manner) happy birthday by the way, you're thirty-five today instead of twenty-five...I didn't realize how fast time went.
Alex; come on, stop overreacting; you're talking like I am the only married man who indulges in such, you need to calm your nerves especially because I've apologized.
And that, right there was the arrogance that penetrated his deceitful perfection
Me; "I actually feel so sorry for your wife." I said pitifully
Do I have "stupid" written on my forehead?
Is that why you think you can blab your bullshit talk into my ears and I'll allow it? Tell me?" I said before hanging up.
I had no expectations; I wonder why I was so upset...
My pain has always been psychological.
"Damn" I voiced out unexpectedly
"what did you expect dear? Men are scum" said Iris.
"If you're this upset, then it's possible you had some feelings for him too" said Hazel.
"God forbid! There's no way I'd like that fool" I said trying to cover up Hazel's obvious fact.
"I am just so upset that I was hoaxed by that bloody animal" I responded.
I was indeed furious and if this were a movie, it was about the perfect time to run him over with a borrowed Porsche Taycon or rather reset his moral memory with a slap to get him both deaf and sane at once for trying to cheat on his wife with me.What nonsense!
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