WHEN LOVE TRAVELS

--- I was the first person to tell him he was meant for greatness. When Charles called me that evening, his voice was shaking. "Ada, I got it. The visa came out. I'm going to the UK." I screamed. I prayed. I told him to go and shine. I never once said "don't go" because I loved him enough to want more for him, even if more meant far from me. That was my first mistake — loving someone so much you forget to keep some love for yourself. The first two weeks after he travelled were still sweet. Morning calls, night calls, "I miss you" texts, pictures of his cold street in Birmingham. I would save every picture and show my mum, "See my husband to be." Then, slowly, the cold entered our chats. A simple "how was your day?" became "why are you disturbing me?" A small joke became an argument. I would ask a question and he would reply after 12 hours with "lol". And when I complained, he said I was nagging. He started to say things that cut deep. "You keep secrets from me." "You don't love me, you only talk about retribution." Secrets? Me? I started to search my brain. What secrets? The only thing I was hiding was how much I was crying at night because I missed him. And retribution? I only started saying that word recently because of how he was treating me. When someone hurts you, you remind them that karma is real. That was all. The worst day was when I asked him, calmly, "Charles, why do you love me? Why do you want to marry me?" There was silence. Long silence. Then, "I don't know. Why are you asking me such questions?" Love should not be hard to explain. If you love someone, you should know why you love them. You should have at least one reason that comes from your heart. That was when I realized — maybe he was never for real. Maybe he was planning a breakup all along and was just waiting for the distance to give him an excuse. So I sat down that night, with my phone in my hand, with a long message typed and deleted many times, and I asked myself one question: "Ada, how long would you pouring water into one basket”. Love needs patience, yes. Tribulations will come, yes. But patience must be two-sided. Love must have peace. I was tired of being the only one patient. I needed to let him know just Incase he wasn’t aware of how I was feeling, I was feeling unseen, and misunderstood so I had to build the courage to speak up because you have to express yourself to be understood so I thought. --- To be continued