Life's Backswash; Blessing's hurt

In Geography, when you study oceanography or marine science, you become familiar with such words like swash, backswash, tide and the likes. I have not really taken oceanography into much considerations as I have an interest in Tropical and advanced climatology and macro-meteorology. But the word backswash will remain in my brain - it has to, for me as an intending geographer, in the study of climate.

However, backswash would be used here in a different context.

I don't know how many of us meet someone for the first time, and we fail to reason well, until we have had time with the person, letting some flow of chemistry between you two.

I was away from school for a training on entrepreneurship, and I met this damsel. She was too articulate. You can never take away the fact that she was a beaut.

I was taken away immediately, considering the fact that for three years, I had stayed away from relationships. And when I thought the time was ripe to start afresh, something would come up, and disrupt the whole thing.

But it was not so with her. She was named Blessing. Her dialect name called her Princess, and now, I call her "my Princess". However, the story is not as juicy as it is becoming. We had a chat before I left for school, and she reiterated how hurt she was, from the last relationship. It was on the 1st of January, of the previous year, while everyone was rejoicing for a new year, she was all drenched in pain and tears, when she received a text message from her boyfriend signaling the end of a 5-year relationship. It has now taking her time to heal, and although she can now enjoy herself without much thought of it, she wants another year off relationships before she commits to something new. However, I am obsessed with her.

She is to articulate as I earlier said, and she suits what I want in a woman. I found her, and I want to share my life with her. We have alot in common, and I am learning from her. But above all, she is giving me something I don't have - LOVE.

Even though she doesn't know that she helps make my day by filling my every thought, I know she wants me but is skeptical of the decisions to take because she feels she may get hurt yet again. She thinks I don't love enough to guarantee her happiness, but I want to prove it.

I am almost distraught because of the replies I get for my SMS, but I find hope in that there seem some silver lining at the end of the clouds.

I only hope they be for good for me, her and US.