Sometime ago I witnessed a dude proposed to his boo of life and his background music was M.I's "one naira" I suddenly found myself humming " wetin be one maira? E better be one million.. Baby, you got me.. With that kind of money. #hahahah # WTH???
Who ever gave you the impression that I will soak garri with you? What insult!!! I've upgraded to french fries and early morning tea in bed.
My friend has spent eons building relationships and watching it crash within months no matter how hard she tries to sail the wrecking ship. Now she gets goose bumps and panic attack whenever a guy mentions intimacy. Maybe its the fear of rejection, failure or another wasted time/resources/emotions. This brings to the mind big question INTIMACY.
Intimacy is a four syllable word for, "Here's my heart and soul, please grind them into burger, and enjoy." It's both desired, and feared. Difficult to live with, and impossible to live without. Intimacy also comes attached to the three R's... relatives, romance, and roommates. There are some things you can't escape. And other things you just don't want to know.
I wish there were a rulebook for intimacy. Some kind of guide to tell you when you've crossed the line. It would be nice if you could see it coming, and I don't know how you fit it on a map. You take it where you can get it, and keep it as long as you can. And as for rules, maybe there are none. Maybe the rules of intimacy are something you have to define for yourself.
This is just my one cent opinion. I would like to read yours.
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