THAT TIME I FELL IN LOVE (TWO LESSONS, AND HOW I GOT BACK UP)

The title should have been “fell properly” because from the time I could spell my name, I’ve always liked one boy or the other. In fact, I remember having a crush on a cute seat mate in primary 5, and I was only eight then!

In my second year in the university, Cupid decided that I would be her next target. I, the one everyone expected to have had her nose buried in books, fell in love with a certain somebody we will call K. It was the type of love that made me doodle on my notebooks and stare out of the window at the library. K would sit with me in between classes, listening as I went on about the latest poem I’d written. On some evenings, I would dress up nicely, wear some lipstick and wait for him to call and say “I’m in front of your hostel”. Then, we would take long walks in the university park, talking about my family, his and what nots. When the sun had set and we couldn’t see other’s face again, we would make our way back to my hostel, hand in hand. K always said “I love you” at the end of each visit. In short, K was sweet and I was in love.

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But K liked another girl. Yes, you read that right. During our conversations, he would talk glowingly about the other girl and I’d be forced to wear a plastic smile like I was okay with it. But inside I hurt and my self esteem was badly chipped at the edges. I had gotten my emotions entangled with K’s that I couldn’t imagine him not being exclusively mine. I couldn’t understand how K would like me, and still want to talk about the other girl (with me!). Unconsciously, I began to compete with a girl whom I hadn’t even met. I wanted to be more interesting,  more beautiful, more this or that. Needless to say, it was fruitless as K had to move away after a while and I was so heartbroken I thought my grades that semester would be affected.

It took sometime before I came to terms with the reality of the new status of my relationship with K. First I had to accept, like really accept that K did not love me as much as I assumed he did. He liked me alright but there was no sense of commitment attached to our friendship. I was just one of the girls he had a thing for. I was also too quick to conclude I was in love with him. But who wouldn’t? With all the sweet words, and long walks and I love yous. I also knew that I had to forgive K to move on. That meant letting go of all the desire to hurt him back or prove how much better my life was without him. It worked, but it wasn’t a walk in the park. I had to deliberately focus on the good friendships I had at the time. I recall that that was the year I wrote the most poems, and nearly had an all A semester save one B in Thermodynamics.

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Wrote this for K in 2014. I’m a good poet, I know

When I think of K these days, it’s not with the once familiar feeling of hurt but with the understanding of how that experience shaped my love life and relationships in general. I picked out two lessons to share on the blog today.

Love will not finish in this world. With the intensity of what (I thought) I felt for K, I was like “Hay God! there’s nothing left of the love in my heart”. But that has turned out to be very false. When you believe in a God who loves you, then you can never run out of love to give because he becomes your source. And I speak not only of romantic love. If you’ve ever loved and lost, then you can certainly love again.

You will eventually marry only one guy or girl…at a time. When I realised this, I stopped trying to get every guy to like me. Instead, I made efforts to like myself and be at home in my own skin. And this has paid off quite well because the more you like you, the less you struggle to get others to.

K is a part of my story; I’ve chosen to embrace it. When I remember him and the feelings of hurt threaten to resurface, I make a conscious decision to forgive and appreciate those memories.

Have you had a similar experience of unrequited love? Or you’re currently going through stuff like this? Please share your experiences so we all know we’re not alone…hehe.

Fae….xoxo

9 thoughts on “THAT TIME I FELL IN LOVE (TWO LESSONS, AND HOW I GOT BACK UP)

  1. I have also learnt that love will not finish in this world. When you think you’ve given all and it goes south and there’s nothing left to give again, think again. Not even when you’re filled with God, who is love personified.

    Thank you, Fae. I loved the two lessons, and the beautiful story that birthed them.

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  2. Absolute truth darling! This reminds me of my first experience. You meet a guy, all sweet and your heart embraces him; somebody you realize that you both feel differently for each other. That hurts. Sometimes you might not be able to share with friends in details, so you hurt silently. Truth is, when you allow God take you through that, you learn your lessons, forgive him and yourself and grow.

    We can never exhaust love. Irrespective of past hurt, love is beautiful. When the one who truly appreciates your uniqueness comes your way, you’d never want to stop loving.
    Thanks for sharing Fae. Beautiful truth!

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    1. Your comment drove the truth deeper. I wasn’t able to tell anybody the nitty gritty details for so long. And boy, I hurt. I’m glad I learnt from that experience and it doesn’t hurt as much.

      Love is indeed beautiful, and I never want to stop loving.

      Aww, thank you again Flora. So good to have you here:)

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  3. Awwn .boo boo ga ga or should I say, higi haga. Woah. Such a sweet love story. K would be somewhere there feeling himself. Oh well, I’m glad someone is brave enough to write personal stuffs. Babe!! I’ve been there done that. Still in the process, I hope I haven’t spent all of my heart energy loving someone who isn’t mine.
    Anyway look what emerged from all of these… Beautiful poems. What a broken heart can do. Keep writing Fae. We love you!

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    1. Namesake! (not Brenda o; your email address gave you away, hehe). In fact, I was initially scared of sharing because I felt the K would easily know he was the one I was referring to and maybe start feeling fly:)

      Girl, trust me when I say I know how it feels like to invest into someone who isn’t yours. But you will pull through stronger (these experiences always have a way of doing that for you).

      (covers face) The poem? beautiful? Aww….thank you so much.

      Keep reading dear, I love you! Now off to read your other comment, haha!

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  4. Hey Fae, I’ll never stop to bless God for bringing you into this world and into my space. “Love will not finish in this world,” is easier said than done. It takes great courage and faith and patience to start with a new person,(probably) at a new place and with a new spirit to love but the bottom line still remains we have an infinite supply of these virtues. Hence the statement, “Love will not finish in this world.” THANKS, it was relieving being reminded of this truth!

    -Swor

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    1. Swor, longest of all times. Thank you, really for leaving this comment. It was a reminder for me as well; I needed to re-read my own post again in this difficult season of my life. And yes o, it does take a lot of courage and pep talk to start all over.

      So nice to have you on the blog, please come back again :;

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