When we
first fall in love its always paradise on earth. We can all be of the same mind
to having late night conversations that make us wake up the next dawn with a
bright beam on our faces and a hangover like yesterday was prom night (for
those who can relate). We use up countless hours talking about nothing at all
but still feel like we just had the most excellent conversation of our lives. We
take walks together not having a particular idea of where we are heading. We do all this things not because we have
nothing better to do, but because it makes us feel good about ourselves and the
world just seems to stop and at the same time move so fast when we are with
that special someone.
Love makes
us fools, in a foolishly good way though. It makes army generals weak, gives
men a cheap excuse to shed tears. It shows us a different side of us. It turns
our bodies inside out exposing our better inner-self. That is why I accept as
true everyone has a match. Because every person has a good side in them, it just
takes the right person to see it.
But, if
there is something I have learnt about love stories, is that every love tale
has a distressing story sandwiched between. And in worse cases a bad or not so
happy end. My little bible lessons since I attended Sunday school until now has
taught me that God created man and woman. He brought them together and
instilled this feeling of profoundly tender, affection for one another. Then,
if this is the case, a dream for a world full of love. Why make it so hard for
people who’re supposedly meant to be together to get along. Or. Make it so hard
for people to find that perfect match. But that is besides my reason for concern,
question, and uncertainty call it whatever.
My story
begins on a Sunday afternoon. Am walking home from church. In front of me first
is a woman, she is carrying a bag. The kind that suggests one just recently became
a mother. But, there is one problem though. I can’t seem to spot the child. But
it doesn’t take long when every thing comes to me. A few paces in front of her
walks a man. A youngster in his arms. It doesn’t take a genius to tell the two
are a duo. But why walk a distance away from each other? In public.
How on
earth are the supposed to communicate? They are in
public, what happens when no one is watching? What happens to safeguarding
public outlook? Why change PDA to PDF
(public display of frustration). Isn’t the child enough reason for them to at least
pretend to get along? Unfortunately I had to ask and answer myself all this
questions. I consider this case to be just a temperate example, of how things
are between majority of dating and even married couples. What goes wrong?
All
love stories have a happy beginning. Right? Then what goes haywire, what
changes? What happens to the promises we make. What do we see differently from
what we saw in the beginning? Where does the love change to hate. Where does
that feeling of affection turn into disgust? And most importantly where does
the love go?
