Cinderella’s Shoe

There are things in life that we’ll (or at least I) will never be able to understand. You just have to experience them. You just close your eyes and feel things that your mouth can’t start forming words out of. Interesting, right? You have no idea.

Cinderella’s Shoe

There are things in life that we’ll (or at least I) will never be able to understand. You just have to experience them. You just close your eyes and feel things that your mouth can’t start forming words out of. Interesting, right? You have no idea.

Take for instance this word: L.O.V.E. Or should I call it a feeling? Or is it an illusion? We’ve all been there. So please just insert whatever word that works for you. When asked what it means, words like care, compassion, affection and sacrifice will pop up from all nooks and cronies (I’ve always wanted to use that).

However, they do not even start to cover this mysterious word. I mean yes, sometimes it makes a whole lot of sense. Like you and your mom for instance, you and your dad. You want to keep each other alive by all means.

I can cite instances where either of my parents almost took my life. Whew! And yet I still want them to live as long as they can remember my name. (Really, there’s no point after that). Now that’s some type love right there. It makes sense to a good degree.

Sibling love? Uhmm… I don’t know. Let’s just say that when I was younger, the only reason I’d pretentiously love my brother is because I’d get a classic standard A ass whooping if at all it seemed like I didn’t. I had to put up an act. But a million fights, laughter, tears, pranks, dozens of mischievousness later, I can genuinely say that I want him alive for a good long while. Or at least for as long as he can defend me from lions and hyenas (including the human species). Also, there really is no point after that. I mean what am I going to need an old, grey and grizzly man of a brother for??

Goodness!. I really am a bad person. But oh well…judge the honest girl at your own risks Saints and Miss Saints.

Then there is this other type of love that really makes no sense at all. Picture this folks; Me, Tina, spots a boy from God-knows-where, son of Who-cares, say he looks good( most of the time they are lookers), his name is probably John, he has this calm demeanour, totally rocking a pair of denim and a black t-shirt very effortlessly, and boom! He glances at me once. I repeat, once! A glance that does not even last two shakes of a professional twerk-pro.

Our eyes lock for close to a mille-second. And that’s all it takes for my heart to decide” Yoh Tina! From now on, we love John.” Yoh, hold up! Dude! What the heck?! Then I’ll spend the next couple of nights struggling for at least a whiff of sleep (which I honestly, really, really LOVE) because John’s face and jeans is all over my aura.

Again, Dude! What in the actual hell?!

Then there’s this type of love that folks love referring to as ‘true love’. “The Cinderella type of love.” This is in all actuality funny if you think about it because Cinderella and that dude met only once! What’s more, this guy legit couldn’t remember this chic’s face and had to use a shoe to find her. Ha-ha.

Honestly Bruh! That’s not all; the two get married that following Saturday and supposedly ‘live happily ever after!’ And why you may ask? Because they had apparently fallen in love. My people!!

Love, I’ll never really get around this thing. Being willing to give my food up for someone, my sleep too!! I totally believe that if sleep was a person, we’d totally get married the very day I stepped into this planet. Our love is natural and did I mention very mutual. But that’s beside the point in this case.

The fact that I could think of someone more than I think about Oreo cracks me up. Boy oh Boy! Inasmuch as I can’t for sure say what love really is, I’m hopelessly head over heels for Oreo.. Okay, where were we? Yes. The fact that I actually imagine ‘a happy ever after’ with someone’s son and sheepishly smile about it. Folks!! If this is what love is then am gone.

And now a certain song has decided to make a cameo…

“I wanna know what love is…I want you to show me”

See? Even Mariah wants to understand what this love thing is all about. Her and the person she stole this song from.

Why? Because we can only feel it. Only show it. We do not even understand it. Tsk. (Another song has just popped up! But then I’m not here to create a playlist so…shrug)

Folks. I’m off to experience love as I best know it. ♤SLEEP♤

Have a Lovely time, will you?
Cheerio!

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