1. Sunday evenings: There is a specific loneliness that attacks around 5:47pm on Sundays. Suddenly I want brunch dates, forehead kisses, cinema plans, and somebody asking me if I’ve eaten. Monday to Friday, I am busy and the busyness keeps me functional. But Sunday evening, I feel like I should be on a soft couch somewhere watching something with somebody’s son, while he’s rubbing my head. Because why is the weekend ending and I’m just lying down staring at the ceiling? Ugh.
i have decentered ego and shame when it comes to liking people romantically. na me like you, so do as you like. it’s your time, jaye lo. opon apala ma sun finally.
I love seeing people in love. I love gazing at them and trying to figure out the goofy one between the two because every relationship always has that one person who is a complete clown.
Everything about love intrigues me it’s a hill I’m absolutely willing to die on.
Bella Naija couples no dey ever meet for where Gen. Pop dey.
It’s always London, Paris, plane to Bali, airport lounge. Dem no dey ever meet for inside bus wey dey go Mowe. You go dey read love story to motivate yourself, next thing na, “We had lunch at the Eiffel Tower”
Has anyone else been craving intimacy lately? Not even in a sexual way… just to be loved on. A long hug, a whole night of cuddling, laughing, talking, and simply enjoying someone’s presence. 😩🤍