Please have a read of Chapter one of When I Spotted Him. here
There was an attempt to get his attention and somehow, it did work out perfectly. The funny thing was, I had male friends speculating about the whole
“Who is this lucky guy”
To some, the assumed description fits their personality and I wished they’d approached to ask questions I’m pretty sure it’ll be a big blow to their face. Try asking me what happened to my co-worker; He got tired of hitting on me and had to friend zone me (well, if you ask me, it’s not a bad idea as long as we are not enemies).
What next? What happens to me? I was intrigued and wanted to know him more after he read my pieces. This time around I was so sure he read it and he was trying hard to put all dots together. Just like the movies we watch, when it gets to the climax, you are impatient and anxious to know what is going to happen next. In a face to face conversation, I had no choice than to finally throw in the towel.
“The mystery guy, all along is you and I just couldn’t help it than to write about what I felt in nice way”
The look on his face and giggles proved my assertions right. I was certainly not his kind of girl. How could I have allowed my emotions to control my thoughts? I did try and made an attempt but was it worth it?
Kay, was everything I have ever wanted in a boyfriend. He was the kind of guy you want to look at once and steal three more glances at, he was breathtakingly handsome and that smile of his sure does something to me. My girlfriends know I have a thing for fair guys but this dark dude got me day dreaming…
“Akosua, you’re a pretty girl and I admire your ambitious nature but I just don’t feel the same way you do…”
At this point, you can imagine what was going through my mind. All I could do was to fake a smile and inwardly, my instincts kept telling me “I warned you not to make a mockery of yourself”
This thing called “love” has a way of making people act in a crazy way. The point is, I tried and there was an attempt to get his attention but the question is, should I keep forcing myself on something that is non-existent?
Mum’s advice somehow comforted me:
The right person will love you for who you are and their motives will be completely pure. You should never question whether someone loves you for who you are, but know that they do by their words and actions. Truth is, if someone doesn’t love you isn’t feeling it, you shouldn’t waste your time trying to force things. But instead, find that one person who will feel things naturally and without you having to do “prove yourself, and force things”
Honestly, I’d have loved to write a part 3 and part 4 of this story but I guess that’s the reality of life. See, love is not forced and it’s inherent. We forget that we shouldn’t be searching for perfection, that we shouldn’t be holding people to unreachable standards, but instead finding someone whose laughter makes us laugh, whose smile turns our frown, whose hands makes ours tingle, whose happiness brings light to our lives, whose passion sets us on fire and loving them because it’s just that simple.
You certainly can’t make someone feel something they aren’t ready to feel. You can’t hold them to expectations far beyond their reach and be disappointed when they don’t measure up. Love is not about trying to put pieces of puzzle together to form something. It should happen in a natural way. I don’t know about you but I’d rather spend my Saturday and Friday nights all alone than be with someone I feel He or I am having to force feelings.
After seeing the person you’d want to be with, you should go to bed at night thinking of happiness and not feeling depressed or sad, feeling good when you wake up in the morning, feeling inspired, being challenged to attain greater height. This should make us feel naturally as though we are on cloud 9.
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Disclaimer : This is a blog post of work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of my imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events is entirely coincidental.