Fluttering Hearts - by Tioluwani Aina

Your name sounds the sweetest when they say it. It sets your soul on fire. What you thought was lost to time and buried in trails marked with disappointment and confusion, has now taken a wild possession of you.<img alt="" src="/media/inline_insight_image/1000435922.jpg"/>Time becomes some sort of fantasy. Whether the duration is decorated with heartfelt banter or an assuring silence: whatever it is, you don't want these moments to cease.Their tastes become yours to own and it's not just about a kiss on the lips. The songs you share with each other become time capsules: the artist now a spokes-person on your burning desire's behalf. You find that you begin to express yourself with traces of their grammar. Even your friends become kinfolk. In every sense of the word, you've become one with them.The pattern of their footsteps is weaved into your memory. The undeniable scent of their signature fragrance fills your nostrils because before the room registers their presence, you know they've arrived. Love may be blind but there are times the scales fall from the eyes, and it's not in the best of ways. A ritual you honored together is now treated as an afterthought. Your vulnerable devotion is weaponized against you until it demands you grovel for crumbs of what used to be given generously.After a while, it seems like you've gotten enough of who you couldn't keep your hands off, of. The butterflies in your belly have slowly turned into cockroaches. Now you're battling with the urge to get them out of your sight then out of your mind. But the matters of the heart, love and all that it entails, is about choice. It's about choosing to walk with them through muddy waters. Choosing to cling onto that sparkle that formed in your eyes when you first saw them. Choosing to laugh again at their silly jokes. Choosing to choose them all over again, everyday.They may not build castles in the sky, but they'll bring portions of heaven to you. They may not offer you the world, but they'll give you their all. They can't erase your insecurities but they'll remind you that they are ornaments of a fashionable, Creator God.<img src="/media/inline_insight_image/1000435911.jpg"/>Your hearts are like the meadows at dusk, fluttering with fireflies. The nightingale sings as the nearby pond whistles while your lover and you make way through the green: giggling and smiling, arm in theirs.

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