Everyone deserves to be celebrated!

 I always wanted to have a love like...

A love wherein we both felt so grateful to have each other. One wherein every morning I'd wake up with a smile cause I'd be so happy to see his face. Where kissing without brushing would not be looked upon as a bad thing cause we could just not stay a second without each other. When one look would explain what I am feeling or what I am stopping myself from saying. Does all this even happen for real? All these ideas of love that movies and romance novels have put in our heads, does this actually work for someone? Anyone? 

Social media feeds a different idea of love altogether these days. I see so many posts wherein couples are holidaying at places I could only dream of staying in. Reels with peppy songs and fancy locations floods my Insta feed daily. I don't sigh. Don't get me wrong, I was never a sucker for these things. At 29, I am still waiting for a partner to play the Game of Life with me (it's a board game). That's it. I'd even cook something special for them. I know I can always ask my girl friends to play it with me, but I am stuck on a fantasy wherein I am playing it with the guy I am dating. Dating? What does dating even mean these days? More importantly, what does it mean to me? 

Love used to be simple, you know. One girl, one boy, one landline, one letter, one rose, one look, one smile, one hug, one kiss. And now it is all about " Send me nudes", let's sext, Netflix and Chill maybe?

What are we running from? What are we running towards? I wish someone would just ask me my favourite colour? Or the tune stuck in my head? Or the songs in my period mix? I wish I could ask someone what makes them really happy? Or what makes them really upset? Or are they ticklish and where?

You see, nobody has the time for these questions anymore. I'd look more appealing wearing bare minimum as opposed to my naked soul, aching for someone to learn about it. 

My entire life, I have been looking for a love that celebrated my existence and where I celebrated his existence every day. We're lucky to be alive, we're lucky to have found each other and we're lucky to be in love. If this is not reason enough to celebrate then I don't know what is. 

But I live in a land of fairytales. In reality, a love story would last for an average of 2 months. The shelf life of a jar of peanut butter is more than today's love stories. Patience, good intentions and faith, wish someone held on to them for a little longer and maybe then, they could feel the magic too. Maybe then, I could feel the magic too. 

Love,

Aaliyah

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