This Thing Called Love...

The thing with love is that it creeps in like a thief in the night,  it catches you unawares, taking a huge tight grip on the entirety of your existence.  

One minute, you are sane, sensible  and normal like the rest of the  world, the next you are wrapped in a cocoon of emotions only your heart can explain.  

She is the first recipient of these feelings, and she doesn't hesitate to transfer it to all other parts of the body,  not giving a hoot if they want to be a part of it or not. 

Yes I did complain of loneliness and I told  you I missed you. Those chilly nights that caught up with my lonely  soul made me miss you and want you more. 

I ached for  your voice and your touch but just like your presence,  they were nowhere to be found. 

Though I had fears that the distance and the lack of communication could cripple, maim and  kill our young  love, but I kept praying  that ours would stand the test of time and win...

I told you about the boy next door.  I told you how he often checked up on me,  how he kept me company when I needed someone to talk to.  I didn't mention him to make you feel jealous. 

I mentioned him because he was the next best thing to me after you.  He listened to me whine and complain about how busy you were, he wiped my tears whenever they come dripping down my eyes.   He was there for me just like you would be for me.  

I had thought mentioning him would make you change,  would make you devote more time to me, to what we had.  But alas,  you drifted apart more under the guise of being busy.  My heart was breaking but you were not there to mend it. 

At last,  I  told you  I was leaving. I didn't really mean it, you know?  I just wanted to give you one more chance to make it up to me.  To repair my broken heart you had damaged with your busy nature.  I kept praying and hoping you'd go down on your knees and swear to change.

You still acted like I didn't matter,  like what we had didn't mean anything to you.  You destroyed the little bit of my heart that was beating for you,  quenched the little flame of love I kept alive for you in my heart. 

It really doesn't matter anymore!  I am  gone, and now it's too late. I have left you bearing the pieces of my broken heart in my hands, looking for where to repair it in solitude. 

#Aderonke

Imisioluwa Ifedayo wrote the original but i worked on it.