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Walking This Road Again: A vicious cycle of love, tears and Joy.

      Early Saturday morning , waking up feels like a great task, my head is reeling with fatigue, my body aches like it's been working all hours on end without rest. Then thoughts of what occurred yesterday came flooding in wavelike spasms. I can't hold it, neither can I help thinking of the argument I had with Constance, my worlds' beloved. A roller coaster they say; a relationship is nothing without arguments neither is it something with war.

             The steady chirp outside my window, helped to lull the dull ache in my head. I reached for my phone, and anxiously flipped through my call lists. Finding nothing comforting, I tapped on my message boogie. A can of worms, I thought to myself sitting on my bed, pensively reviewing the texts that I had sent last night. I wasn't thinking straight for sure. Some were cruel, some were too soft and some were utterly justifiable and true!! 

             How many times in life, do our relationships feel like torture chambers? Come to think of it, aren't relationships factions where stupidity is rife and ignorance blissful? But yes, we still stick around for one purpose or the other. Perhaps thinking that one day, all is gonna be well. A few dare to accept the reality, many cringe when they think of break-ups and a very minute number of lads call it quits. 
So what is it that clearly separates going it solo or making it work.?

It is midday, still sitting on my bed, frustration clearly written on my face. I haven't made breakfast neither have I washed. Call it ego, but I'll stick to ignorance. I have been staring at my phone for hours, a set of familiar numbers staring back at me. My thumb has been hovering over the call button for close to two hours now. I couldn't bring myself to call that one person, who had clearly subjected me to the "Silent treatment".

After yesterdays' fight, I deserved it for sure. I had been rude, unreasonable at best, then I dawned on me, slowly at first, then it came rushing, overpowering me with a steady tug of emptiness, an urge to resolve matters before the day ends.

A steady ring at first, then nothing. The redial tone was set to a constant tone, one that set exhilaration to a whole new level. After the second, the third and the forth ring, I realized something was amiss. I couldn't get hold of myself anymore. I quickly showered, dressed up, picked up my keys and phone and walked out in a rush. I strutted briskly, with one resolve, find out what is going on. At first, I thought it was my hurried walk that made my pockets vibrate. Not until I stopped, wanting to check the time on my phone, when I saw a number of missed calls and a number of "I am ok, see you in a few" texts. Never have I felt this glad!!

Love life, understand, forgive and always strive to make that union worthwhile.

Make this Christmas, a memorable one to your loved one. Won't you?
Loughran!

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