They say when it rains, it pours, and nowhere is that truer than in matters of the heart. Relationships, especially the intimate kind, which are not merely about physical proximity but the merging of souls. When chemistry becomes all-weather, bonds form that feel stronger than anything science could explain, not even covalent bonds; these are bonds we would die for.

But such entanglement carries danger. Love is intoxicating precisely because it demands the surrender of control. The more we lose ourselves in it, the higher the emotional high is. Yet when that delicate equation falters, when trust fractures or connection fades away, the fallout can be devastating. Hearts break, friendships dissolve, and unlike the art of Japanese kintsugi, trust rarely returns whole.

Love, in its purest form, is not chosen. It’s programmed deep within us, instinctive, compulsive, and sometimes irrational. But when we try to force whom to love, we tamper with that programming, and the entire system crashes.

Perhaps the most painful paradox is this: love is the breeder of betrayal. The greater our capacity to love, the deeper the potential wound. To love less is to stay safe; to love deeply is to risk ruin. And yet, despite it all, we crave love in abundance.

Without the ecstasy of love, relationships lose meaning. But with it comes the constant risk of heartbreak. Because when it rains, it doesn’t just pour, it floods. The heart was built for love, yes, but the mind, tragically, was never designed for betrayal.

So, to all the lovers in the house, “happy valentines”, love and guard your heart, when giving your all, retain some piece for yourselves, this is not just caution, this is wisdom, let your “mpoa” have the best of you, but allow your heart enjoy and retain the very best of you; the paradox of loving truly; perhaps. Siku iwabambe watu wangu !!!