I was fifteen when the realization 'You have no one but yourself ' hit me. It was a startling discovery, one that would make my life a living hell for unforeseen years. Relying on just myself as a lousy hormone stricken teenager bore terrible repercussions, to say the least. I was stuck in a limbo of painful self-affliction of guilt, grief and self-flagellation. It was not until nineteen that I met someone who knew what to offer when it came to companionship.
It wasn't a partner, we needn't be life partners for him to be considerate enough to actually care. He was nothing short of a knight in shining armour except that he was not, not for me at least. He hit me like snowfall on a hot windy day, like a beautiful butterfly in a cold desert. He woke me, the Millenials say cool is being woke, he was woke yet uncool. He was a trunk full of contradictions, little did I know these contradictions would keep me occupied for the next six years, maybe more.
TBC......
