We have all had our fair share of heartbreak. At some point in our lives, we have been broken or have made someone go through the blazing pain of heartbreak. But the truth is, no one deserves to be heartbroken. But what can we do? As humans, our selfishness has gotten a better part of us, so much that we only think about ourselves and mental stability.

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Love Makes Time

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Breaking up with her was a decision that shaped my life forever. I had known her for five years. When we met, I was still in college. We started talking. Sometimes, she would send me messages, I would read and ignore. My emotions were stable. I was elated at the thought of it. I could feel it and I felt fulfilled. It was the perfect life I wanted to live. To be able to close my eyes and get some real good sleep, without waking up in tears. Yeah! there were times when I was drenched in my own softness, I was always wearing a spec of softness, always willing to forgive even when I was most wronged.

My heart was so soft that it was sparkling with stars of second chances. Even though I never let them back in as lovers but I was very forgiving that, I always let them in as friends, rather than severing every past encounter.

In the past, I have been wounded, but I healed. It was time to move on, to give love and relationships another chance.

That night, we coincidentally met again at the grocery store. She told me that she was in the neighbourhood to meet up with a friend. She asked me if I wanted to hangout, I obliged. She was so beautiful, had a very charming smile that made it difficult to look her straight in the eye. That evening, I hurriedly took my bath, dressed and took a cab to the bistro where we met.

She came, beautifully dressed, with her long curly hair covering a part of her face. She looked stunning in her mini skirt and turtleneck black top, worn to reveal her flat stomach and pinned belly button. Yes! She was dressed to kill, she was gorgeous. " Hello"! The pleasantry brought my attention to the present realm. I smiled, well I was - would I say shy? She looked extremely sophisticated but I was dressed like a simple up-town man. Each stare at me, further made me extremely shy. I couldn't look her straight in the eye, she had the power in her eyes to possess me.

We began to have a discussion. Suddenly, she touched my hands, they were warm. She took my hands in hers and said softly " I want you to give me your heart" Oh damn! It was unbelievable, women hardly did this in my part of the world, but whatever gave her the courage, endeared me to her. I didn't try to think about anything, not even my emotional stability nor past experiences. " I want you to give me your heart, to love and cherish, I want you to be the one in my dreams always".I don't know where she got those lines from, trust me, it really worked. I didn't say No, I couldn't. She illuminated me with those enchanting words. "I don't know, but we can give it a try" I replied. Giving it a try meant YES! I had known her for five years, and I thought it was enough time to finally give the relationship a chance.

I went home relishing the moments we spent together. How her lips kept parting as she said those words, I kept fantasizing, until sleep embraced me. I woke up the next day to her text message, it was Valentine's Day. The text was soothing to my heart. She had the right words, she knew when to say them to me. I read her text over and over again. I dissected every single word, and each meaning pumped my heart faster. I replied some minutes after searching for the right words, with which to express my feelings. Her words made me fall in love like a stupid idiot. We met, made some sweet love, this further immersed my feelings into her. I wanted her more now.

Few months later, I wanted to meet her again. I wanted to be spellbound in her magic. I called her, but she didn't pick, I texted her, no reply came from her. Few days later, she called me and apologized, and like an idiot, I fell again for her swift trap. She wanted to make up for it, she visited me, she was everything succulent, her body, her firm breast, her beautiful curve and large hips that turned my head in utmost amazement. I loved her and she loved me as much as I do.

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Months later, I'd call with no response. I called severally like a madman chasing something. She didn't pick my calls nor return them. Lovers are meant to care and look out for each other. Love makes time. If you love someone, you'd make time to be with them. The attitude was beginning to sting. I tried talking myself out of the relationship but I failed. It was too late, I had locked myself in the shackles of fantasies and I cannot save myself.

I became anxious and nostalgic. I wanted to let her go, but it had become harder. Each time I tried to move on, she would appear like a knight, make those sensational love to me and leave me again bare and directionless. Everyday, I was losing my sanity. I wanted to move from this darkness I was giving a crown in my life. But it had become difficult. I was back to the point where I started.

I packed a few belongings, took a train going up west. It was my only escape from pain. I couldn't bear to stay knowing that I had entangled my heart with some kind of shackles that kept torturing me.

As we rode down the bridge that demarcated the East from the West, I wrote,

"Dear Lila, I am leaving for somewhere unknown. Somewhere I'd be free, somewhere that'd give me the courage to take back my life. As I cross the bridge, I have severed every feeling I ever nurtured for you. I am taking my heart back, this is going to be a gift to myself. We should never have crossed path". As I clicked the send button, a stream of tears rolled down my cheeks.

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Have a great day folks.

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