Most of us Liberians are utterly convinced that true love does not exist on this side of the globe. I kind of agree to that because the ones who are constantly professing love for you, let you down in the end. In as much as I agree to that, let one of my loving experiences in Liberia be an exception. Let me run you, or anyone reading, through probably my best loving experience in Liberia.
I was fifteen years at the moment it started. When I say started, I mean that was when my friend James, we have been friends for six years now and still counting, introduced me to two girls who were his friends also. So the four of us were the coolest kind of friends on campus. We had rules for our friendship and even in our weakest ways, we tried to uphold them. As I focused on keeping the friendship, little attention did I pay on how our friendship was gradually evolving into love lives. My friend got close to one of the girls. I, in turn, was expected to get close to the other. But I did not see the green lights she was giving. Or maybe I saw it but I was too much of a kid to respond. In fact, the girl was two years older than I was.
But with time, I started to love her, or so I thought. But I decided to put the books first and never once told her for I had very strict parents. Aside from the help on her lessons I gave on the campus, she started to invite me to her house for further studies. And so I was teaching her the science subjects and she was learning or probably just looking at me the whole time. On my way home, she carried me half of the way where we kissed for a long time. I started enjoying the intimacy, which happened every time I visited her house. I saw it as fun so I was always at her house now.
Our fellow schoolmates started to think she was my girlfriend, and I bet she was grateful for those thoughts. Grateful not only because I was smart but that she believed we were good together. She tried proving to our fellow students that we were indeed dating by kissing me where at least a handful of students can see. But still I said she was not my girlfriend to anyone who asked even when she’s around. It angered her, I knew.
Because I delayed making her feel loved even though I loved her, and so she took a boyfriend. This started happening like two years after we have been so intimate without me declaring my intentions. I knew she never loved the guy. To admit, I was jealous that she took a boyfriend. We stopped talking for a while and I kind of left her life. Then came a particular day that I texted her to let her know I was jealous that someone stole her. At least for once I was real with her. She simply said I let it happen. And that was true.
Some time later, I started seeing her again. Despite the fact that she had her boyfriend now, we did our same normal things we used to do (you should know the normal things.) I let her know that I couldn’t tell her I loved her even though I did, because of reasons known to myself. She started to weep out of confusion of who to choose now, her boyfriend or me. I did not tell her to choose anybody. Even though I knew she’d choose me, I’m not selfish enough to let her do that now.
I rarely see her these days but when I do, like I did last December, I feel good, really good cause she is just as crazy as I am. Imagine we watched TV that day and two of the characters romanced each other to the point of having sex. We did our own in the name of mimicking the characters.
Guess our love life is not stopping yet. True love waits, and I think we’ve got that true love for each other.
Authored by Teaman Sumon
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