Love Is My Religion



Loving some one is one thing and being loved back is another. In most cases, other than your family and friends, finding some one you love and they love you back, is not as easy as it seems. For instance, it’s not very common to find marriage built on foundation made of love. If the couple was in love, it so happens that the bond that once connected them goes on phasing out with time. I would refer to such marriages as “circumstantial marriages”; couples in such relationships are married off by their parents because of prevailing circumstance justified by “the good of the family”. That is to say if one of the families is protecting or pursuing social status, financial or political powers among other reasons. This only raises questions like, “what is real love?” if it exists.



Real love exists though hard to find and define. Musicians have done countless records about love but none answers what it is. Many great writers and philosophers have come and gone or born and died without stating a single, clear definition of love. It is wide, multidimensional and infinity. It is recurring with no measure. To avoid confusions and complications, love can be defined as a feeling that resides in ones heart and with support, executed by the brain. It is a situation where one loves and feels loved back unconditionally.



One form of love is “love at first sight”, with this, a certain feature strikes and the energy of attraction blinds you at sight and then you are in love. Before I knew there was any thing like it, it’s when it revealed it’s self. A few years back in my life history, one evening I was out for a walk. As I intended to cross the road, I looked left, right and left, right again. To my right, I saw this man moving towards me which was his front, his neck was stuck and head facing his left as he tripped scant dropping to the ground. Wondering where the source of his problem was, I traced it by the direction his neck had stuck and head facing. For a moment, my brains ceased to think. I forgot I had to cross to the other end of the street. Then! all I could say was “oh! My God! I can’t believe what my eyes where telling me”. The lightening that struck me as she passed was her dark, blended, glowing eyes. That is where her centre of attraction was.



At that real time I realized I had like her, invited her attention, we talked and later, there we were in love. If I was searching for my way home, then! I thought I had found it. A local English saying “the beautiful ones are not yet born!” I thought one who stated it was wrong. She was every definition of beauty there had ever been and was. Hands of time never ceased to tick. One second was one minute, a minute became an hour, a day, a week, a month and a year elapsed. We were in a deep trench where only lovers could survive.



Like they say! “Whatever rises must come down”, it was not too long before I had to forget I knew where the only heaven’s missing angel lived. I was ignorant about what was happening to us. She had started avoiding me and my calls. Whenever I could see her, she could barely look in my eyes when telling me any thing. Without notice, sign or word, she left town. Only to find out when it was too late for me to do any thing to reverse whatever had happened. The few days that followed were very sad; grief was painted all over my face. I felt my heart had been torn to threads. I promised my self never to get carried way again in the name of love.



Still nursing the wounds of my heart, another opportunity to fall in love found me. Her name was Megan. She had character, style and intelligence. However much I was attracted to her, I was very scared to give in. To swallow my pride, stand before, and swear to her, she was the only one my heart could allow in. My heart was still in a fragile state and I was trying to avoid any thing that would devastate me again. I thought with my head. I realized the only thing on the surface of the globe that had the power and keys to both happiness and sadness was love. This only depended on the choice that I made. Therefore I had to take a risk if she was worth it. And indeed she was. We eat, drunk, smiled, laughed, cried and did every thing together. Every day, it seemed like we had just met.



As time passed us by, never had it ever crossed my mind that she would ever betray me, less with my own brother. Megan deceived me until the truth started smelling like burning food with smoke all around in my nostrils before I could be sure of my suspicions. All the same, good experiences and sweet moments of life can only be enjoyed when you take a risk worth it. My heart cut deeply and broken thousands of times, I still believe in love and love is my religion.