I don’t know how we became friends on Facebook. I don’t remember sending her a friend’s request or responding to her friend’s request. I woke up one day and we were friends on Facebook. “Or maybe she was already planted on my app the day I installed it,” I said to myself. She posted something and I liked it. It became often.
Whenever she posted an update, I was one of the few people who reacted to it. And then one day she posted a photo. I nearly scrolled past it but something about it drew my attention. “Is she the daughter of Madonna? What a striking resemblance.”
To see more of her, I tapped on her profile for the first time and went through her photos. She didn’t resemble Madonna in all her photos but she still looked more beautiful than all the women in my circle. So that day I said, “Hello,” and she responded. I said, “I’ve been responding to your posts every time but today I thought of saying hi.”
She was receptive. She answered every question I asked and even tried to ask questions of her own. I asked, “Are we friends now?” She responded, “Yes we are. We’ve been friends since the day we found each other here.” I took her words seriously so I woke up each day and sent her a message. She became part of my daily routine. If I drew a plan for the day, she would be somewhere in the middle; “I will send a message to Asieduwa in the afternoon.” The sun won’t shine until I say hello to her.
“I’m in Sefwi, doing my national service. It’s my first time here but I love the place already.” She told me one day. I was then in Winneba working on a project. The day I thought I was in love with her, I also thought about the distance and said, “What a love. What a distance.” But because true love knows no boundaries I allowed myself to….Read Full Story Here…,…
