@preciousmodisha: Thobela Bagolo, For the longest time, love has been a language that never quite reached me. Perhaps it’s because I was never much of a sharer. Or perhaps I never understood why two lives needed to become one. If I can walk alone, why should I need another? Yet that thought never survives for long. My very existence is the meeting place of my mother and my father. I am living proof that we are born from connection. So perhaps that argument was never as strong as I believed. I have always seen relationships as an endless exchange—a quiet rhythm of giving and receiving. But if I am not giving, then what exactly am I taking? And somewhere in that exchange, something subtle happens. I begin to dream your dreams instead of my own. I slowly become the version of myself reflected in your eyes. Then one ordinary day, years have passed, and I wake to the quiet ache of realizing I never truly met the woman I was meant to become. But perhaps there is mercy in that realization. For if I can see it, then it is not too late. Time has not betrayed me; it has simply revealed me. Maybe the tragedy was never the relationship itself. Maybe the tragedy was believing that someone else could hand me the happiness I had never learned to give myself. Because love was never meant to complete me. It was meant to meet me where I had already become whole.

Precious Modisha

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Monday 03 August 2026 08:48:32 GMT