Love stories. We've all seen or heard them. Stories at least most of us have experienced. We tend to have a general idea of what love is and how such stories go, but this one - this love, this story - this one is different.
Her name was Asha, a kind and caring woman. A strong woman who for several years had mostly kept to herself. Quite reserved, she'd forgotten how it felt to open up - until one night.
His name was Remi, a warm-hearted, charming man. An empathetic man and the reason Asha opened up one night.
One night, Asha and Remi met for the first time in over a decade. Close childhood friends, they had lost touch after high school and only recently found each other again. And on a night meant to reminisce on their fondest memories, Asha found what she'd once lost: a desire to laugh uncontrollably, a desire to hope for love. For a moment, Asha and Remi both felt something they hadn't expected: a spark.
The next morning Asha sat in her kitchen, deep in thought contemplating. She remembered the night before; how she felt in that moment. Right. It felt right that night.
Then she remembered Kojo. The only man she'd ever loved. The only man she'd ever let in. She remembered the love they had, the love they made. She would cherish every day the love they created. She found herself singing the words he'd often sang to her.
"You and I this is our verse
And if they ever ask, tell 'em
Welcome into our universe"
Those same words she now sang every night to the one person who had since meant the world to her. But Kojo wasn't there anymore. It had been years now. Was it time for her to move on? Would she even risk loving another man again?
Right then and there, her pride and joy walked in. No time to think about last night now, she'd contemplate it further later.