Jameela ohunene In Like one plunders deliberately or indeliberately. In love one nourishes. Let me explain with a simple story.
A girl found a flower, she liked it. She plucked and played with it for a while. She even well placed it in her art book hoping it will be saved, then, she lost her art book, and she’s so sad. As time passes, she latter found her art book misplaced besides a junk box in her father’s junk yard, where she often packed her little bicycle and the flower had lost all it bright color and fragrance. That’s like.
As the same girl grown older, she learned from her mistakes and, hopefully, she found the exact flower. It’s like two opportunities in a life time! Now she cherished it more, then she decided to plants the flower, come to see it every day, waters it, clear all weeds surrounding it and let it blossom. That’s love after she learned her first feeling which was mere like.
