We first met when I was 14 but I paid no mind to him whatsoever because I had someone else I was entertaining at the time and to be honest, I never found him interesting or worth my time rather. He way too nice for my liking (for some dumbass reason I had a thing for bad boys). I found him creepy and simply misunderstood his persona, who knew that roughly 7 years later I’d give him a chance and that he’d actually be doing the things to be done in terms of making and keeping me happy?
We were in the same high school; one afternoon I was chilling (probably day dreaming about the guy I was dating at the time) waiting for my mom to come pick me up and he approached me. He greeted, I responded and he proceeded to give his unsolicited opinion on my relationship “He’s not good for you” is what he said. Before he could say something else I told him where to get off, I mean who was he to tell me what is and isn’t good for me? A few months later I got my heart broken by the guy that wasn’t good for me. My now partner Tumi nursed my heart after my breakup. I then left Tumi in the friend zone and went on to date someone else, that was basically the cycle of my friendship with Tumi, he repaired my broken heart every time it got broken by someone else. Tumi was the epitome of nice guys’ finish last.
Fast forward to my break up this year, Tumi is nowhere to be found so at this point in time my heart is shattered twice. I know it was selfish of me to have expected him to be there for me again even though I had been rejecting him for years, but still I needed him and he was a no show. Life began to feel like a rollercoaster that was only going down and I was the only one on that rollercoaster. I began going to therapy more frequently because of this.
Roughly two months into therapy I decide to swallow my pride and call Tumi (looking back this man was most probably the glue that held me together when things were bad for me). I called him and kinda sorta apologised but because he knew me, he knew what I meant. We got to catching up and rebuilding our friendship. One thing led to another and I caught feelings (I fell in love). Listening to him speak, the little things he did to show he cares, his sense of humour, his passion for life and the fact that he is hella cute is what sealed the deal for me. By the time he stared into my eyes to tell me loves me, I was a gone girl!
The specifics neh? He’s a student at Tuks, roughly my height, quite chubby, beautiful eyes and a smile that could make flowers bloom. He has such a warm and welcoming spirit! My baby is an absolute joy to be around I tell you. I’m so blessed to call him mine, I’m so blessed to be able to call him me. Yes, you read that right, he is me and I am him. I am Tumi. I believe that such things are called a plot twist neh?
Moral of the story: my intuition, my gut feeling(s) was always there to keep me going through the darkest of days even though I never listened to it when it told me to run in certain relationships. Now I’m giving it the platform to lead me for a while on my self-love journey and it’s been a good ride overall thus far. I’m content, glowing and no one’s son is the reason behind it. PS I’m as single as a dollar bill.
What’s your story when it comes to self-love? Have you mastered the art or you still on you way like me? Please do let me know in the comment section down below
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