On Love

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People always say, “Love comes when you least expect it.” So, I spent the entirety of last year least expecting love — giving it little or no attention. And guess what? It didn’t come my way, it paid no thoughts to me.

So, here’s to 2025—a year where I expect love, where I try to be intentional about communication. I want to be able to actually relate to romantic book and scream, “He did that?! I know that feeling!” I want to write about love, not just based on what I have read, but from what I have felt or what I am feeling.

I’m a hopeless romantic, yet I have not tasted the theory . It’s all factual, no evidence. I want to love and be loved by someone other than my family members. I want to wake up to good morning texts and sleep to late-nights conversations. I want kisses on my forehead, lips and everywhere. I want to look at someone and call him mine. I want to hold hands in public because I’m proud to be loved by him. I want to whisper something naughty and watch their eyes “darken” at the thoughts of what I had just said. I want to be kissed like it’s an art form. I want to experience love—have I said this enough?!

I want to blush every time my phone rings (honestly, I don’t even recognize my ringtone these days). I want my phone to light up constantly with his messages. I want to be held by someone and he’d cling to me as if it were our last night together. I want to hear someone say they can’t live without me and actually mean it.

I want to experience love like it were a movie or book, it’s possible, isn’t it? Because if love exists in reality, I want my share. It doesn’t have to be perfect; It just has to be me and him, loving each other freely against all odds. I want to say “I love you” not out of obligation, but because I can’t help the feeling in my tummy and heart.

I want to have lots of couples pictures — Pinterest worthy. I don’t want to be clueless anymore whenever people bring up topics relating to love and relationships. I don’t want my idea of love to be built entirely on fiction and imagination. I want something real—Something I can call mine.