Prince Adu-Owusu: When a quiet love finally spoke

Aaron had never been the kind of man to chase after loud, flashy romance. To him, the best love stories were the ones that began quietly, like a river you didn’t notice until one day you realised it had been flowing beside you all along.

When he first met Ellie, it hadn’t been under the glare of some dramatic spotlight. It was during a project that brought people from different backgrounds together. She hadn’t been the loudest in the room or the one seeking attention. Yet there had been something about her, a calm confidence, a kind of grace that lingered.

In the early days, they had kept their conversations practical: work, deadlines, a few casual remarks. But slowly, without planning it, they had begun to linger in each other’s presence. A text that could have been one line became a thread of messages. A call that should have lasted ten minutes stretched into an hour.

Soon, their evenings and weekends had become anchored by long phone calls. Sometimes, Aaron would suggest a romantic movie for her to watch, often prompting discussions about life, love, and what it all meant. He would tell her, half-teasing, to come prepared with her thoughts the next time they spoke. Ellie would laugh and agree, often returning with reflections on the movie, the people, and what it all seemed to say about love.

What do you think about it? Aaron would ask.

I think love is powerful, but it’s not always enough. Love feels amazing; it connects, excites, heals, and transforms, Ellie would say, adding that love alone didn’t fix people. It didn’t erase pain. And it didn’t make a toxic situation healthy.

They had debated what kind of love lasted, and why some didn’t. Sometimes, she would turn the question back to him, asking how he would handle certain challenges. Those talks had become their own kind of story, one they were writing without even realising it.

But the deepest conversation had come one weekend. They had been talking for hours already when Aaron’s tone shifted. Tell me about the kind of love you’ve known.

Ellie paused. Then, slowly, she began to speak. She told him about her relationships, the good moments, and the ones that broke her. She explained that what truly drew her to someone wasn’t money or looks, but a feeling, a certain energy, a connection she called “the vibe.” She said that when it was real, you could feel it instantly, even before a word was spoken.

“And I felt that with you,” she admitted.

Aaron had been quiet for a moment. Then he said, “It’s the same for me. You don’t get that with everyone. But with you… I knew.”

That night, they laughed more easily, spoken more freely, and something between them had quietly deepened.

Weeks later, Aaron knew he was ready. He hadn’t planned a grand proposal at a lavish or crowded place. Instead, he had chosen one evening when the world felt calm.

They had been sitting together, talking about nothing in particular, when he shifted the conversation. He told her what she meant to him, that he wanted them to build something lasting, something rooted in the trust they had built.

He had bought a necklace for her, simple yet certain, the kind of beauty that spoke without trying. He had seen it and known instantly it belonged with her. When she reached for the box, he stopped her with a half-smile. Not now, he said. Open it when you get home.

She smiled, not the polite kind of smile, but one that reached her eyes. “I’ll give you my answer tomorrow,” she said.

That night, Aaron had barely slept. The next day, she returned, her smile wider, her eyes brighter.
“YES,” she said simply. Then she handed him the necklace and said, I love this necklace, it’s very beautiful. I brought it so you can put it on me.

He fastened it gently around her neck, the clasp clicking into place. It had been a small sound, but in that moment, it felt like the beginning of something that would last.

From then on, days slipped by quietly, folding into one another until time no longer felt measured by weeks or months, but by the moments they found each other in. There had been no declarations written in the sky, no staged promises under flashing lights, only the small, unshakable truth that somehow, without trying, they had become part of each other’s lives in a way that could not be undone.

Sometimes, they would catch each other’s gaze and feel the weight of everything left unsaid, the hopes too fragile to voice, the fears neither dared to name. And in those silences, something deeper than words began to take root.

Life, as always, carried on. Plans shifted, distances threatened, and the world outside never stopped asking more of them. But somewhere beneath it all, the thread between Aaron and Ellie was invisible to everyone else.

Whether it would lead them exactly where they both quietly wished, neither could say. But as they stood in that moment, breathing the same air, they knew one thing: whatever this was, it had already changed them. And perhaps… that had been the beginning of everything.

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The writer is an online journalist and a freelance graphic designer with The Multimedia Group.

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