They say the best type of love story is the one that comes quietly and hits you in the guts.
The type that feels like a warm blanket and hot chocolate on a stormy night. The type that settled in your bones and felt just right.
This was how I felt when I first met Kambili*. It felt like I had known him for a long time, like I had seen him in a previous lifetime. There was a connection I felt at that time but I could not quite place it due to fear of how my previous relationship went.
I met Kambili through a mutual friend who thought we would do well together.
When we started talking, I was skeptical about anything happening because I wasn’t looking to be in a relationship. But, my curiosity was great, so I texted.
I texted him and we hit it off so well, it was like magic.
We took a walk to Awba Dam where we spent the evening talking and laughing.
After that day, we went on our very first date to an art exhibition.
It was very fun explaining the art to him. After the exhibition, we stayed in the car and we talked and talked. It was like time was an inconceivable concept when I was with him. It flowed endlessly.
We would go on to have several dates and hangouts.
And the love slowly deepened and ripened.
But, this love was not here to stay. It was just here to teach what genuine love felt, what it meant for someone to love you wholeheartedly.
It was here to teach me to love myself, how to stand strong and tall.
Due to unforeseen circumstances, we could not continue our love story and we had to go our separate ways.
But, this love will stay with me forever. This love, I will tell my children about. I loved and I loved well.
This is Kambili and I’s love story.
