Love, The Feminine Edition By Kristina Gichuhi

 It was hopeless and irrevocable happiness.

It was a sunny day; the trees were gently swaying in the breeze and the birds were singing their melodious tune. The view of the water and the mildly crashing waves washed away all the little worries and troubles.

I wanted to be stuck in that moment forever and not leave because I didn’t know if I could continue living with my other undermined emotions.

The multicolored blankets were laid down and decorated with the bubbliest of drinks and the sweetest of pastries. A pack of icy doughnuts, flowery cupcakes, a bottle of faux bubbly, it was like a picturesque photo of divine femininity.

 “Everything I know about love, I have learned from my long-standing relationships with women,” stated by Dolly Alderton, poignantly resonates with me as it’s also my truth.

My heart was opened ten times wider that day. The laughter and the joys shared were hearty and innocent, yes, partially influenced by the sugar but incomparable, nonetheless.

In the moment, the love was so strong that I passionately believe if they ever did me wrong, a sorry would not be needed.

I can only imagine how bleak life was before these little moments, the little gossip sessions, the charms exchanged to try and encapsulate the amount of love.

It was spectacular. Our stories and lives were tied together by one long and hopefully never-ending string. A pretty, golden string that could not be cut easily.