It has been three years or more already. I am sure she has found a physical and real love by now, but even at that, I still think she is the only person that can permit to be written about...
...about all the good days, and she would not query me for coming out openly to say all that especially considering the fact that it might put her new relationship at risk...if she has one though 馃寶. 
We met during the days when my brain was still trying to comprehend story writing in one of the most difficult and stubborn communities on Hive. She is not the type that takes things very seriously, unlike a lot of people who are very strict and frown at jokes and humour. Yeah, it was just the magic of exchanging humour under the watchful eye of the admin of the community, and we decided to move from the comment section to a more private place to avoid the situation where the admin of the community would get angry and block us. That was when I got to know that the butterfly I put in her stomach had grown into a soft dragon.
She saved my contact on her phone with a love emoji attached. Of course, she is going to read this, and she cannot tell me she did not feel anything back then. She cannot deny it!
The experience felt like a dream, lasted for just a couple of months, and before I could properly position myself to enter the road leading to a real relationship, school and life frustrations got into her head, scattered everything, and almost made her a mad woman. Lol.
Among the few things that happened between us, one that always makes me laugh whenever I remember it is how we both wanted to run away from Hive to a bigger and better-paying blogging platform. Yeah, she suggested the place when she saw that we could turn into a medium Elon Musk in just a month of blogging there, and she involved me. We were supposed to pay equally for the enrollment, but I did not have enough money at that moment. She went ahead to pay 80% of the fee while I paid just 20%. I had only seen such things in Nollywood movies until that day.
The end story about the intended migration was that at the beginning of the process, she found the requirements bigger than her head because she was given an Oxford-dictionary-like volume of notes to read. She shifted the notes to me, not knowing that I am even lazier than her. That was it. The money paid disappeared into thin air, and till today, we still make jokes about the unseriousness, with a touch of foolishness, that we both displayed back then.
Like I said earlier, the whole thing did not last up to a year before other guys took her senses away. But then, there is still something called friendship that remains. Every opportunity we get to talk, she still reminds me that she has not changed my contact name from what she saved it as back then.
One of the reasons I took this bold step to write this and mention the name is because she is the nonchalant type when it comes to mentioning names and not the type that puts too much carefulness into where jokes, fun, and humour should have their way. She once wrote something sometime in the past before she finally paused writing on Hive.
Before picking up my pen to write this, I reached out to her to see if she still has access to her Hive account, but she is not sure. She had tried to get back in, but the keys are still missing. Maybe another account could be used to collect the gift, if need be.
Thanks for reading.
