ME IN MY IMAGINATION.

For the past few days, Maryan kept fighting the impulse that coursed in her veins. Her days were bleak and there was no figure to share her turmoil with. She was fresh from high school and was anticipating joining the university but something was amiss. The path she had chosen was no doubt a road to hell.

The constant arguments with her young boyfriend stripped her of her joy. Olaminde was someone who was hard to reason with on most issues. He was constantly starting petty fights in their relationship and Maryan went to bed every night with watermarks covering her clean linen pillows.

It was evidently not working for the two lovebirds. To love is to risk falling out of love someday. Looking back Maryan vividly remembered how hard his now rigid boyfriend took to lure her and finally had her swept over her feet with silly love butterflies in her stomach. She couldn’t stop thinking about the long tests they both exchanged at 3 a.m instead of doing what people are supposed to do at night. It is true that deep conversations hit better at 3 a.m. When the world is dead asleep and satan is roaming (so they say) and before you ask me how is this even possible, well I also don’t know, sorry!

Maryan was head over heels for Olaminde in no time. I think women have a weakness for soft, sweet, and luring words. They crave a safe haven, a caring man, honest to the core, supportive and loving alpha male who communicates well, gives more attention, and is a good listener too. Oh, I am a woman so I know what I am saying. I also think both men and women want the same only that the latter openly asks for it while the men will carefully hide what they want.

Olaminde was a breath of fresh air, very handsome and blessed with a deep voice good enough to send a wave of love emotions rising in one’s body. He knew exactly what to say to Maryan that got her smitten and when their 3 months relationship hit rock bottom, Maryan’s world was crushed.

I am in conclusion that people don’t need love to sustain a relationship because what if one day you wake up and the love you had cringed on is gone just like the wind? My teacher used to tell us that men are a passing wind (She was female). I still laugh at that and I hope wherever she is she is doing okay. I pray she has healed because such a statement is ridiculous if not a joke. So maybe, just maybe love could be passing wind. I am almost convinced that once it is dead, I mean the fruit of love, then no amount of fire can rekindle it.

It was the same case for gorgeous Maryan who was now sitting on the toilet seat with the kit held in her tiny hands and with the confirmation that she was soon to be a mother.