There was once a man who had never loved anyone before
not even himself ,
and whenever he got into a relationship
things would go sour whenever he was required to explore his feelings or to connect with others on a personal level.
After his umpteen failed relationship.
He wondered what was wrong?
What was holding him back from experiencing the sweet joy of love that all his friends seems to be basking in?
He took counseling, had therapy sessions and even took up yoga,
but he still couldn’t find that thing that would fill the gaping hole in his heart.
After another failed date,
and was making plans on giving up on ever finding love.
He looked at his phone and saw his reflection looking back at him.
A reflection that seem to be asking him a direct question.
He wondered when was the last time he told himself ‘I love you’.
When was the last time he took a moment to better understand himself.
What is love he wondered?
if he hadn’t taken the time to understand what it means for himself.
In the end he finally said ‘I guess love starts with me’.