His name was Kael, and he was a free-spirited artist with a quick wit and a charming smile. They collided at an art gallery opening, bonding over their shared love of abstract expressionism and good coffee.
Akua looked away, trying to hide her tears. "I'm not scared," she lied.
But then, one fateful evening, she met him.
Kael took her hand, his touch sending shivers down her spine. "You're not just looking for love, Akua," he said softly. "You're looking for someone to see you, to understand you."
Not a Love Song
One evening, as they sat on a hill overlooking the city, Kael turned to her and said, "I know you think you're not looking for love, but I think you are. You're just scared."
As the days turned into weeks, Akua found herself falling for Kael, hard. She tried to fight it, to tell herself that she was just being stupid, but she couldn't deny the way she felt.
In that moment, Akua realized that she had been wrong. Love wasn't a myth; it was a choice. And she chose Kael.
How was that? Did I do the song justice?