THE FIRST TIME I FELL IN LOVE
It's my birthday today and I just want to tell you a story. I hope you enjoy reading it. Feel free to share.
Love is a wonderful thing.
From the butterflies in your stomach to the smile that lights up your face at the sight of your fairy tale sweetheart, love has the power to leaves the most difficult person feeling sweet.
I have read books and watched movies about love stories but not one of them prepared me fully for what happened to me a few years ago.
In case you are wondering, it was not a crush. I really was in love with this guy. I wanted to hold hands with him across the walk way. I wished he would be my 'forever' (how silly). I felt my world was beginning to look more colorful.
I wasn't too young, I was a big 18 year old girl studying at the University. At that age, a lot of girls my age had changed boyfriends at least twice or thrice yet I was there obsessing over a guy. It was cool while it lasted, I laugh whenever I recall all that happened.
I went into that institution with the fear of God in my heart..... I left home with my parents prayers and farewell that sounded like this ''God go with you child''. ''Remember not to join bad company''. "Make sure you go to church" etc.
I remember walking quietly into the offices and through the walk way as I completed my registration exercises. I did not so much as look into anyone's face not to mention making friends because I was timid.
I was wearing my church clothes. I had no new clothes or shoes. My mum gave me a pair of high heel slippers which made my legs sore from walking about in the school a whole day. I stopped wearing it after that day.
It made me miserable to see pretty girls in pretty clothes while I looked like an Evangelist on a mission to proclaim doom upon my classmates.
The only thing I didn't do was to tie a scarf around my head. My natural hair was always neatly packed (although natural hair wasn't fashionable then). I wondered why God hated me soooo much that He made me poor, miserable and ugly (so I thought).
The worst part was that I wasn't able to secure accommodation close to the school. I lived with my Aunt very far away from the campus. It wasn't easy on me travelling to school everyday.
Then came Mr W.
He was my classmate. I don't remember how we got talking but I remembered I invited him to my church for the a concert (I'm a church girl remember). He appreciated it and promised to come with his friend. I thought that was all but the story had just begun.
'W' happened to be a funny, friendly and good looking guy. He tried to be nice a number of times and before I knew it we exchanged contacts.
We started to talk about academics but soon the conversation extended into other topics.We would call each other at night (who remembers extra cool midnight calls?). We would sit close to each other during lectures and soon I became friends with his friends. Life became exciting in school. I had something to look forward to every morning when I woke up.
He would sometimes appreciate my dress and leave me feeling sweet all day. In my mind I was like, this must be an angel!! I'd never heard a boy tell me how good looking I was (Can you imagine that?).
At first I would brush it off and say, "stop deceiving me"! I realized he meant it (at least he sounded like it) because he would take a look at me and smile. I was wowed!
Mehn! That was the best part. I would literally blush! I felt happy around him. As far as I was concerned it didn't matter whether my clothes were new or old. Someone on this planet likes me.
I enjoyed the attention he showered me so much that I couldn't see anything wrong in it after all, we were just friends. It doesn't hurt to have a friend does it?
Then trouble struck.
He told me he loved me.
That was out of this world. So a boy can love me?
Wasn't I taught that boys are dangerous and harmful? I mean, the only thing they do to girls is sleep with them and get them pregnant.
How in the world would this nice gentleman be wicked? I mean, he showed me a lot of affection and attention. All these thoughts and more ran through my mind. I became more confused.
I knew I wasn't ready for any commitment at least then. I had strict rules and I wasn't ready to compromise for any reason.
In between those thoughts, my phone would beep and his message would come in. They were the most romantic messages I ever saw. I read them over and over smiling sweetly. I remember saving them in a different location on my phone so that no one else would read them except me.
For a while I enjoyed it but soon I told myself the hard truth. I wasn't ready for this.
I asked myself some serious questions and I concluded I needed to break off and concentrate on my studies. "I can't base my future upon feelings alone" I told myself.
I don't regret that decision as I look back today. Everyone goes through a period of decision making that can make or mar their life. It's funny that I was so insecure at that age but that incident left me more confident and determined to pursue my dream without being side tracked by emotions.
I would still advise young people to keep away from distractions. Relationships are demanding. If you will be ashamed if your parents find out, then it might be a sign that you are not ready.
More so, it is wrong to enter a relationship hoping the other person will give you all you lack. You should first discover yourself and enjoy your own company before you decide to pursue someone.
Most times when we feel insecure, we are vulnerable to people who might want to exploit us. Beware that you aren't falling in love with the idea of being in love alone but because of how you will affect that person positively.
Nobody gets hurt by being too careful!
Your heart is precious don't trifle with it.
I hope you enjoyed my short story. Feel free to tell me about your first 'in love' experience and how you came out of it. There are some of you who may still be in that relationship anyway.
I'm looking forward to reading your story in the comments.
Thanks.
photocredit: phobia.wikia.com,
Love is a wonderful thing.
From the butterflies in your stomach to the smile that lights up your face at the sight of your fairy tale sweetheart, love has the power to leaves the most difficult person feeling sweet.
I have read books and watched movies about love stories but not one of them prepared me fully for what happened to me a few years ago.
In case you are wondering, it was not a crush. I really was in love with this guy. I wanted to hold hands with him across the walk way. I wished he would be my 'forever' (how silly). I felt my world was beginning to look more colorful.
I wasn't too young, I was a big 18 year old girl studying at the University. At that age, a lot of girls my age had changed boyfriends at least twice or thrice yet I was there obsessing over a guy. It was cool while it lasted, I laugh whenever I recall all that happened.
I went into that institution with the fear of God in my heart..... I left home with my parents prayers and farewell that sounded like this ''God go with you child''. ''Remember not to join bad company''. "Make sure you go to church" etc.
I remember walking quietly into the offices and through the walk way as I completed my registration exercises. I did not so much as look into anyone's face not to mention making friends because I was timid.
I was wearing my church clothes. I had no new clothes or shoes. My mum gave me a pair of high heel slippers which made my legs sore from walking about in the school a whole day. I stopped wearing it after that day.
It made me miserable to see pretty girls in pretty clothes while I looked like an Evangelist on a mission to proclaim doom upon my classmates.
The only thing I didn't do was to tie a scarf around my head. My natural hair was always neatly packed (although natural hair wasn't fashionable then). I wondered why God hated me soooo much that He made me poor, miserable and ugly (so I thought).
The worst part was that I wasn't able to secure accommodation close to the school. I lived with my Aunt very far away from the campus. It wasn't easy on me travelling to school everyday.
Then came Mr W.
He was my classmate. I don't remember how we got talking but I remembered I invited him to my church for the a concert (I'm a church girl remember). He appreciated it and promised to come with his friend. I thought that was all but the story had just begun.
'W' happened to be a funny, friendly and good looking guy. He tried to be nice a number of times and before I knew it we exchanged contacts.
We started to talk about academics but soon the conversation extended into other topics.We would call each other at night (who remembers extra cool midnight calls?). We would sit close to each other during lectures and soon I became friends with his friends. Life became exciting in school. I had something to look forward to every morning when I woke up.
He would sometimes appreciate my dress and leave me feeling sweet all day. In my mind I was like, this must be an angel!! I'd never heard a boy tell me how good looking I was (Can you imagine that?).
At first I would brush it off and say, "stop deceiving me"! I realized he meant it (at least he sounded like it) because he would take a look at me and smile. I was wowed!
Mehn! That was the best part. I would literally blush! I felt happy around him. As far as I was concerned it didn't matter whether my clothes were new or old. Someone on this planet likes me.
I enjoyed the attention he showered me so much that I couldn't see anything wrong in it after all, we were just friends. It doesn't hurt to have a friend does it?
Then trouble struck.
He told me he loved me.
That was out of this world. So a boy can love me?
Wasn't I taught that boys are dangerous and harmful? I mean, the only thing they do to girls is sleep with them and get them pregnant.
How in the world would this nice gentleman be wicked? I mean, he showed me a lot of affection and attention. All these thoughts and more ran through my mind. I became more confused.
I knew I wasn't ready for any commitment at least then. I had strict rules and I wasn't ready to compromise for any reason.
In between those thoughts, my phone would beep and his message would come in. They were the most romantic messages I ever saw. I read them over and over smiling sweetly. I remember saving them in a different location on my phone so that no one else would read them except me.
For a while I enjoyed it but soon I told myself the hard truth. I wasn't ready for this.
I asked myself some serious questions and I concluded I needed to break off and concentrate on my studies. "I can't base my future upon feelings alone" I told myself.
I don't regret that decision as I look back today. Everyone goes through a period of decision making that can make or mar their life. It's funny that I was so insecure at that age but that incident left me more confident and determined to pursue my dream without being side tracked by emotions.
I would still advise young people to keep away from distractions. Relationships are demanding. If you will be ashamed if your parents find out, then it might be a sign that you are not ready.
More so, it is wrong to enter a relationship hoping the other person will give you all you lack. You should first discover yourself and enjoy your own company before you decide to pursue someone.
Most times when we feel insecure, we are vulnerable to people who might want to exploit us. Beware that you aren't falling in love with the idea of being in love alone but because of how you will affect that person positively.
Nobody gets hurt by being too careful!
Your heart is precious don't trifle with it.
I hope you enjoyed my short story. Feel free to tell me about your first 'in love' experience and how you came out of it. There are some of you who may still be in that relationship anyway.
I'm looking forward to reading your story in the comments.
Thanks.
photocredit: phobia.wikia.com,
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