When Love Came

What a privilege to be God's favourite

Till forever, I would always be certain that maybe God has favorites, and for whatever reason I was one of them. That had to be the only explanation to have sent Love my way. That was also the only explanation for Love coming into my life; the reason of a God like interference.

When love came, I was a mess. I also was not seeking for it. Love found me at the time I was adamant, convinced that it was not for me and would never be for me. Love came to me then, was calm, patient, kind, and well... loving. I tried to push love away at first, matter of fact, I did push Love away. I got scared of how fast I seemed to be falling into it, but Love would not leave me to myself. Unrelenting of how I blocked out Love, it sought me out. Love got me my favorite chocolate on our first date because it discovered I was a fan. Our first date, where Love and I talked endlessly, that I used more time than allowed from my lunch break. Love looked at me like it could see my soul, could read my thoughts also.

I stayed up late to talk, for hours about everything and anything with Love. My mouth, a leaky faucet around Love which surprised me. I usually was the one doing the listening. Besides, I had only known Love for a short while, a too short time to let it know everything about me and make me become so transparent with a stranger. Love though, was a perfect stranger. It felt like I had known it for as long as I knew time. So, with Love, I was as me as I could ever be, not forced, never restrictive. When Love talked to me, its voice called out to something innate I did not know existed. Something I did not know, even needed to be called out. Something that responded and made love the best thing I never knew I needed.

Love told me it would love me for life and I believed it because it gave me a multitude of reasons to, and not one to not. Love is that release of breath you did not know you had been holding in, then you let it go and shocking relief washes over you. Love to me, is like the feeling of slicing new yam, perfectly white and unblemished. Love is ever refreshing, like a gulp of water after a desert trek. Love, is like finally being able to reach that itch at your back. Love, brought me joy like my favorite artist dropping new music after a hiatus. Love made well to make me feel these ways and more. So how scared for my heart Love made me feel, because having all these beautiful feelings all at once, had to be unhealthy. Love was the missing puzzle piece I did not even know I was searching until I found it. Or rather, it found me.

Love gifted me time, validation and care. It called me the sweetest names in its language, which even though I knew not the meaning to most, I knew they stemmed from the endless ocean of admiration, Love had for me. Love did not make me feel like I was asking for too much when I asked how much it loved me. I did not even need to ask most times, Love made sure I knew how much it loved me with every little thing it did and with the words it whispered to me. Love made sure I never for once doubted it. Even when I did, in a way of turning back to old habits and nothing else, Love would not blame me. Love got me like nobody else did.

With Love, everything was special, precious. Every touch; the short firm grasps on my thigh, the countless holds of my hand, the playful nudges to my chin. Every kiss; from the phone, against walls and stolen ones to my sides. Every hug; where my face laid peacefully against its chest with my around its neck or my body leaning back into its firm hands around my waist. Every smile; it provoked on my cheeks or I brought out on its that I gradually would find out, were designed for me alone. Every laugh; at its jokes, at the insanities whispered into my ear in public and its chuckles I let be my lullaby.

Every cry, from laughing too hard or when I became too overwhelmed by myself and life that Love would hold me through. The memories with love; eating mangoes on the bed in its oversized T-Shirt, making love while curry rice burned on the stove, finding each other's feet under the covers, movies and my favorite ice cream at 2 am on the weekends, fighting sleep to talk, knowing I had to be up early for work and not minding. All like Maltezeers melting on my tongue. Love became my home, my safe place, my everything. It is spell like, what Love and I have.

It still surprises me how quickly I let Love happen to me. How quickly I began to miss Love before it even had to leave me. How I made plans of my future with Love always in the picture. How crazy it is, that I require nothing but the voice of Love to peak my day. The day, I realized I could take the stars, out the sky for Love, if it needed, I knew. I knew, that Love had won the battle which if I was being honest, I had stopped fighting a long time ago and my heart was its.

Now, I'm standing across Love, about to pledge my forever to it amidst the flagging witnesses on the pews and by our sides. Pledging a forever that was already Love's from the first time I set my eyes on it, only that I did not know it then. I'm gazing up at Love and it is in the form of HIM. He is smiling back down at me and I remember how he had leaned in earlier to whisper how beautiful I looked. I cannot feel any more blessed as I utter the words, "I do".

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