Love comes in many ways and so do relationships. There is that prototype of a relationship, created by the church, by movies or the mainstream-idea. You date, you get closer after some experiences, you move in or you marry or both. You will have children. Happy Ending (or break up).
But in reality there is a wide variation of relationships. Everyone has its own story to tell, and everyone is worth listening to. I think a lot of relationships actually strand because of that prototype in the head of lovers and the expectations that come alongside, take the wind out of love’s sail, before they even reach the sea.
When I came to Cameroon, I did not expect to meet love. I was not even looking for it, but I was open for the people. I went out with some people and I ended up, seeing one person again and again. Feeling comfortable in his company, waiting for the next good talk, having long walks, spending long nights listening to music and so on… Till I noticed I fell for him. The very moment, when you have to admit to yourself the truth, did not get to me for a long while, because I didn’t want to face it. I refused to make up my mind about the situation, as all my expectations and ideas of relationship, did not fit to the existing setting. The harder I tried to get out, the more I got into it.
We tried to draw a future, but every picture stayed like those watercolor pictures – blurred. The only thing, we could really agree on, was: “Let’s try.”
Against all my expectations and all the advices I got, I accepted the love, which came to me by chance. I stayed open and I went back to Europe. I did not know how to make it work, but we tried.
All you can do is try to stay open for the miracle to take you on its own journey, while you write your own story and draw your own map.
Finally, love will not just hit you like a stroke, there will be more than just a moment – a little fragment of it. If you stay open, it’s going to change you somehow.
Let me try to explain the idea of this blog in my first post. If we meet love, we are mostly caught in a wonderful moment. It is not a thing you catch easily and it’s nothing to hold tight, as the real feeling is inside. The harder you try, the more you loose. To maintain a blog about love would just fail, if it is not to catch the small moments. To reflect the fragments the way they come and the way they are.