LOVE NOTES- Victoria Soyobi

Love is life.

Life, they say, is not fair. Is love fair?

Let’s work it out together

You love someone so much that your day is incomplete without him

You think about him every second of every day

You want to pick the phone and call him almost every hour

When you speak with him, your day is just splendid and everyone around can see

When you get to spend time together,

Your whole world is made just perfect

He is the first that comes to mind

When there is any news, good or bad!

Everyone around, friends and foes alike,

Know his status in your life

That’s because you wouldn’t stop talking about him

Directly, or indirectly

You dress gorgeously, carry yourself with charisma

With the hope that you may come across him by ‘chance’

You would do anything to be with him

But guess what!

He likes it when you call, but would barely think about calling you

He likes it when he sees you, but he wouldn’t make effort to

He probably says hi only if you say hello first

You are the last person to know what’s going on in his life

Good or bad, because he doesn’t remember to tell you

Oh wait; he calls or says hello first

When he needs something or wants a piece of information.

He does some things once in a while though, that makes you go crazy,

Then you think he loves you

Yes he does, probably, but you are not just the first in his life

He is probably nice and kind but only when you demand it

We can go on and on…

You love him, he loves you;

But it’s not just the same- and it’s very frustrating

Now, here’s a twist to our story:

There’s a second guy in the picture-

Let’s put him in your shoes, and you- well in the first guy’s shoes;

He cares so much, but you only say hi when he says hello

Are you being paid back in your own coin?

This guy has a girl who’s all over him, whom by the way, he barely notices

Can we say, that what goes around comes around?

Sincerely, I don’t know

But that chain, it seems continuous and unending

It sort of reminds me of God’s love;

He loves us so much and yet,

We place him after ourselves, someone else, or something else.

Think, about it.