You have that song stuck in your head now, don’t you?
Let me help you out…
Baby don’t hurt me; don’t hurt me. *insert evil laugh*

It’s the eighteenth day of this challenge; we have officially reached the halfway mark. Can I get a woot-woot?
Come on, give yourself a woot-woot!
Now, give the Lord the loudest WOOT-WOOT for bringing us this far!!!! 😀

God is love. 
I would be remiss if I didn’t lead with that.
Love is the very essence of Who God is. It’s why He’s so cool. It’s why we have Christmas. It’s why we have forever to look forward to. 
And it’s why we have each other.

I had my first crush when I was in primary school (American translation: elementary school). Also, Mum and Dad, if you are reading, this is the time to stop. 😉
I still know his full name. Nope. Not telling you. 
All I can remember feeling was that I wanted him to notice me: to think I was funny and cute. 
Didn’t happen. I wasn’t cool enough, I guess.
Your loss, T. My ruler was the perfect orogun to make skirt amala.
(Don’t even bother figuring it out. He’s the only one who’d probably guess it, if he remembers. Or reads this. Let’s hope not.)

Second crush was also in primary school. It’s a wonder I graduated!
This one lasted for a while. Like …a while. Going away to an all-girls secondary school didn’t help matters at all. If I’m being honest, I still sorta, kinda maybe still have a crush on him now.
Put it this way: if he asked me out, I might not say no. 
Guess all you want. Only my brother/sister would probably figure it out and I would kill them if they said anything.*

Then I transferred to a co-ed secondary school, and I was a kid in a candy store. Boys. Boys. Boys. Everywhere.
I had a crush every term (American translation: semester).

Till I found the one. 
Oh, I don’t mean a boyfriend. I mean the one I had a crush on for almost two years…and nothing happened.

The above, in short, is a synopsis of my love life. 
Besides the fact that it was fun to write, it also shows just how important it is not to find your purpose in who you are romantically involved with at the moment. Especially if it’s not a love from God.**

It’s taken me a while to figure out that:
Boys will come and go. God won’t. 
And when He brings my husband, he won’t either. 

What is love, you ask? Love is God. And I won’t have it any other way. 😍​
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*I won’t really kill them. This is a kid-friendly website. Sheesh…
**How would you know if it’s a love from God? Ask Jesus. 
orogun – a Nigerian cooking paddle but shaped more like a baseball bat
amala – http://www.naijachef.com/recipe/amala/