”If it’s her you would choose, then choose her; I don’t care." "Why would you say such a thing knowing I have never cheated on you before? She’s just a friend, and I’m tired of you being insecure every time I’m with a lady. You know what? Fine, I chose her. Is that what you wanted to hear?”
And that was our last conversation. Pride and ego set in, and then we waited for the first person to drop their pride and text first. It's been almost a year now, and I guess we are both still holding onto our pride and ego. It was the start to the end of something beautiful.
Esther was a lovely lady, very beautiful and caring. Always wanting to be around me every time, the only things that got her attention were her books and me. I’m always proud of her; she was doing well academically, and her business was booming, but she was way too jealous and insecure. At first, I never saw it aa big deal because I was way too in love with her. There are so many statements she made that I laughed about because I never took them seriously. “Who do you love the most between your sister and me?”
I don’t even know what to say because I love them both; I just laughed it away. Another day, “If your dad is calling you and I’m calling you, who would you answer first?” Ok, then I had to let her know I wasn’t okay with those kinds of questions, and it was my dad who would answer first. It was then that things started getting funky. We started having arguments that weren’t meant to be. She started saying things that scare me, and I don’t know who to turn to because I don’t like reporting my girl to anyone because I don’t want any bad advice from them without realising I could have missed out on the good advice too.
We had our last argument the first week of March. She was scared I would meet another lady in the new city I was travelling o. I never cheated or met any lady in the city we were both in. You didn’t pray for a safe journey or tell me things to keep my mind at ease, but the only thing I got from her after telling her about my travel plans was how to avoid ladies, not to make friends with too many of them. It was frustrating, and that was when the argument started with me lying. I already found a lady who’s friendly just to see how she would react to it, and to my surprise, the reaction was what got us celebrating our breakup anniversary.
We never told each other we broke up because we just didn’t want to text first, but I noticed that love was fading away. Six months after not talking to each other, I sent a text with my heart in my mouth, and I went offline. After I came online, I got a response, and I felt so bad. I wanted to apologise for everything, but I just didn’t know where to start, so I went offline again after saying “Goodnight” and never texted back.
Next month would make it one year. I really do miss her, but I would be celebrating a year of peace.
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