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Does True Love Really Exist By OjThorpe




‘’You don’t need someone to complete You, You only need someone to Accept You Completely for who You are’’

 At age 19, she met her first love hoping that everything would be happy ever after. She loved and did everything in her power to save the love of her life when he was diagnosed with a kidney disease. She even went to the point of stealing her mom's money to pay for her love’s operation which made her mum have a heart attack. But, love was wicked. After the love of her life got out from the hospital, he broke up with her saying,  his pastor said they were not compatable. She felt the world falling around her. She was confused because her mum, the only person she had, was already dead from the heart attack. She didn’t have anybody to comfort her.

Some months after her first heart break, she met Ayo. He was an example of a perfect gentleman. She felt she had finally found the love of her life,but life isn't always as it seems. Behold, he was just a ‘’Perfect gentleman that just wanted to play with any lady’s feelings’’. It took her time to see the truth that Ayo was just passing time with her. He left the country the following week.

Reality was dawning on her again. She decided not to date anymore, but on her 24th birthday, she met Kizito, who happened to be the son of one of our Politicians in the country. He had just finished his master’s degree programme from an institution in Ontario, Canada. She felt loved for her first time in 3 years, but the romance was short lived when she got the shock of her life, when a friend showed her the wedding invitation of her supposed lover.

‘’She felt Hell was on Earth at this point’’

She didn’t know what to do at this point. Deeply in pain, she started asking herself some questions.

*Does love truly exist?
*Why do the ones I truly love never stay with me?
*Why do men love to jilt women a lot?

It was almost 2 months after the wedding and she was still deeply in the shadow of her broken heart, with the above questions still on her mind till date. So, the question for us out there is, 

‘’ would you expect a strong lady like this, to fall in love again hoping everything would work out for good this time because another guy is promising her pure love?’’



 ©OJThorpe

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