As a teen my idea of romance and love was so skewed. I would want to run after people, give them my attention and let them know that they were my world. Sometimes the favour was returned, sometimes it never came. But I was relentless.
I’m 25 now and I’m tired of those stupid games. Yes, there are days when I feel I’m still that awkward kid with frizzy hair (thankfully we have that under control) and an uncontrollable urge to shower people with attention. But then, I wake up on cloudy Tuesdays and Thursdays with a clarity that is so stunning that I just mellow down.
Those ‘attention-seeking’ games seemed fun at one point, but after the high it would just fail.
I’m not up for it anymore.
I need to receive and give love in the same measure.
I’m not 16…
And thank God for that.