Ask a historian: What was mankind’s greatest invention? Fire? The wheel? The sword?
I will argue it’s history itself. History isn’t fact; it’s narrative one carefully curated and shaped. Under the pinstripe of the right scribe, a villain becomes a hero, a lie becomes the truth.
Yet, beyond the grand chronicles of empires and the strategic rewrites of time, there exists a more intimate form of history: the story of us. If history is truly a narrative waiting to be curated, then I choose to be the scribe of our own beginning. I want to take the raw, unfiltered truth of my affection and shape it into a legend that belongs only to us.
Just as a master narrator elevates a common tale into a timeless epic, I find myself wanting to elevate my feelings for you, Christiana, into something that defies the ordinary. You are my most beautiful chapter, the one that renders all other stories unnecessary. If history can turn a lie into truth, then let my devotion be the truth that turns the chaos of the world into our own quiet, shared reality.
Olajide loves Christiana- a narrative not written in ink or dictated by the pinstripe of a scribe, but lived out in the grace of your silhouette and the warmth of our connection. Let us stop reading the histories of others and begin writing our own, ensuring that in every page we turn, the ending is always us.
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