THE KWABENA BLOG

 "What a beautiful feeling, to love, and know you're loved in return." This lyric from Dermot Kennedy's "Two Hearts" has been ringing in my head a lot lately. Love—to love, to have someone love you back, someone to give you their world, to mean something, to actually make them smile, happy, to feel you offer more than you actually do, to feel lucky that they are your person, to have them call you back, to text back because they want to, to have someone to share your heart with, to wake up knowing they are going to be there and stay by your side through thick and thin—what a beautiful feeling that is. There is something indescribable about the warmth of love. It is in the way someone's eyes light up when they see you, the gentle touch of a hand on your back, the silent comfort of knowing you're not alone. Love is not always about grand gestures or dramatic declarations. Often, it is found in the quiet, everyday acts of kindness and understanding. Thes...

 Love, they say, is a double-edged sword. Its exquisite highs are matched only by its devastating lows. And when love leaves us stranded in the depths of despair, we are left to navigate a barren landscape of broken dreams and shattered hopes. This is a journey I know all too well, one that has tested the very limits of my resilience and self-worth. In the aftermath of love's departure, the world transforms into a desolate wasteland, devoid of the warmth and intimacy we once cherished. What was once vibrant with shared moments and tender exchanges now feels hollow and empty, a stark reminder of what once was. The initial shock gives way to a desperate scramble to understand what went wrong, to make sense of the sudden rupture that has torn apart the fabric of our existence. In this emotional chaos, we grasp desperately at straws, searching for any semblance of control amidst the wreckage. We offer frantic apologies, hoping to mend whatever perceived wrongs led to our beloved's ...