Christian Fiction: Untamed

You changed my name from Temitope which means "mine is worthy of Thanksgiving", to Titemi which means "my own."

I disagreed, you pushed it. 

I accepted it and adopted the name. To make it more beautiful, you are the only one who calls me by that name.

I changed your name too. You accepted it. 

Slowly, we broke the barricades. We thought going pass the first name basis would bring us closer. 

We began the journey. We loved it. We loved the names. Then, slowly,

the head of the pig started entering the field.

Emotions started cascading. Walls began falling, boundaries started flying out of the windows.

We were not dating, just two friends who couldn't actually put a name to whatever was going on between them. We couldn't call it friendship, we couldn't call it a relationship, neither could we could it a situationship. It was just there.

Caution was screaming at us from both sides but we were too mesmerized to pay attention. 

We wanted to prove to everyone that two people of opposite gender could be friends with no sexuality involved. 

But... Our emotions had other plans. 

Before long, a little peck here. A little lingering hug there. A little tender smile here. A little glance that speaks volumes of words there.

Untamed emotions. Unchecked affection. Unchecked union. A down-the-hill interaction.

We started longing, we started yearning, we started imagining and before long, we started exchanging subtle ideas.

Untamed emotions, flying around fueled by the change of names. 

And long last, we explored. We did everything we discussed. We did everything we imagined. 

And after the game of rumbling beneath the sheets, we looked at each other and asked, "what happened to us? How did we get here?"

I will tell you how we got here. 

It started with the change of names. He called me Titemi and I called him Tioluwafunmi, which means the one God gave me. 

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