Can you quantify Love?

by Hannah Banjo (United Kingdom (Great Britain))

I didn't expect to find United Kingdom

Preface: Hannah’s travel diaries: using the power of fiction to bring travel destinations to life. I looked down at my sweaty warm palms, discreetly pacing my breathe. I clasped onto the edges of the podium so tight to maintain my balance. “Mrs Ameila Ade, we are absolutely honoured to have you answer all our questions, as we’ve had the chance to study this amazing body of work”. A huge round of applause swims across the room, immediately awakening me out of streams of subconscious. I was now present. The first question goes to the gentleman in the pink tie in the front row, “Mrs Ameila Ade, when did you know love could be quantified”? I froze right there. I knew the answer an hour ago but at this very minute I was lost. I softly replied, can I tell you an honest story, I feel may help answer your question. Some of you may know, I am a newly-wed. I politely threw my left hand to the audience, presenting my triple diamond ring, giggling to myself as I recall Jacob telling me, this ring is beyond status of wealth but a reminder that he promised God he would treat me beyond a wife. Three days before our wedding on 27th September, I had just graduated from my PHD in Quantum Mechanics and Mathematics. Being a young girl, growing up in eleven different countries out of my twenty-five years of existence, stability was distant and unfamiliar. However, the only universal language was Math. Math was not only universal, but it was a language which investigated and examined deriving one true answer, and that gave me stability. I had became programmed to believe the truth could only be imperially tested and proven. But not Jacob. He was the total opposite end of the spectrum. He believed in living in the moment and not to worry about things beyond our control. It was difficult for me to comprehend but I loved he’s free-thinking spirit. Fast forward five years of friendship, we got engaged and took of pursuing the ultimate lover’s story. Leaving our 9-5’s back in London, setting off to the sun; Cuba, to pursue our dreams. I became the author I’ve always dreamed of and wrote this very book which has us all gathered here today. Cuba, the intense heat flirted with my five senses, my eyes danced to the infectious colors of the endless Cuba Baroque populated around the city. The vintage styled cars and 1700s architecture inspired my visual color palette and the Spanish radio playing in the background of the cab fed into the beautiful scenery of Cuba. Jacob looks over to me smiling, do you think you’ll ever reach a place where you are no longer concerned about measuring and proving everything, especially Loveeeee, as he laughs off the sentence. I looked back out the window slightly annoyed at he’s question, observing the streams of people roaming the busy streets of Havana, the cute small shops occupied by the residents. I recall the sun following us throughout the whole cab journey. The man in the pink tie, stood up, pointing he’s pen and notebook at me interrupting my personal thoughts, "Mrs Ameila Ade, so do you have an answer for Jacob’s question? Have you reached a place where you no longer feel you can quantify love or do you still think you can"? I looked up at the audience, nervous as ever. I took the loudest gulp to drown the fears that still lingered in my throat as well as my mind. Jacob told me Love didn’t need to be quantified, it’s something the human heart felt and when did science have to prove humans feel? He told me loving me never needed proof so why prove Love. I wish I was able to tell him I finally understand and agree. So that’s my answer. No more questions please.