The first time you ever lied to your boyfriend, it was over the phone. He said, "I love you," and you said, "I love you too." The hesitation leaves a sour taste at the tip of your tongue.
You remind yourself that as strange as it is, "love" is what you should feel and you thought that maybe if you said "I love you too" long enough, if you said it often or with no hesitation you might actually love. him. too. You tell yourself there are two types of lies, the good one and the bad one. And the type you told Liam was the former.
The second time you lied to him was when he went through your socials. You watched nervously as his fingers did a little tap dance before he clicked on the gram.
"Babe, I need to make a call."
He looked at you with his brow raised, and you knew right there and then that you had made a wrong move.
"I'm coming, just wait a moment," he says
"Babe, you can go through the messages later. I really need to put a call through to Jenni..."
"Who is Noel?" he squints his eyes a bit.
Maybe if he squinted it a little bit more, he wouldn't see the message you had sent.
"Noel?"
Yes"
"I don't know any Noel."
He tilts his head a little too dramatic. You hate it when he does that. You hate that every time he does that, it means he sees through your bullshit.
" Well, it reads here clearly that you enjoyed yourself at the party you attended with him last weekend, but more than that, you enjoyed the afterparty at his home afterwards.:
You could feel the sweat beads forming on your forehead. The weather is cold, really cold. I mean, it's the harmattan season, but somehow God has decided to put the sun above your head
"Babe.."
"No.."
"I'm sorry."
But you're never really sorry, are you?
The third time you lied to him was when he took you over to his parents' place.
"So you're the lady that has decided to steal my son's heart? his mother chuckles lightly as she gives you a hug.
"Mama!"Liam gives her a knowing look
"What is it, young man? You should both get married soon and make me grandchildren. I don't have all the time in this world," and then she looks towards you and adds,"Isn't that so, Gsil? Won't you like to get married to my son?"
Gail. That is the name she calls you since you both got introduced. Abigail is your name, but she'd rather not call you that. And while you find thid pet name cheesy and sweet, a pary of you is scared and loathes her for being so kind.
You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out, just air. You wanted to scream and say people like you were not built for marriages. You wanted to tell her that her son was too perfect and people like you do not deserve perfect things or perfect endings, but what came out was a stammer which was accompanied by a " yes ma"
The fourth time you lied to him was on your birthday
"Opennn itttt!"
You could hear the excitement in his squeal, and it made you excited too
You chuckle. "Don't rush me. Allow me to take my time. Besides, what is inside?"
"Just open it, please." he rolls his eyes
Your hands move around the wrap gently like you were familiar with it. The same way it moved around a man's body.
Your brows furrow, and then you pause.
"Oh,"
"Ohh? What? you don't like it?" He gives you a quizzical look
"Of..of course I do," you stammer, " just that you took me unawares."
"So?" His eyes were wide open like they were going to pop any moment if you didn't give him an answer.
Your lips curve slightly, and you smile. The type that doesn't reach your eyes
"Yes. Yes, I'll marry you. "
He slides the ring into your finger and gives you a tight hug
"I've always known you were the one. Mother taught me how to find a wife. "
If only Mother had taught him that women like you would teach you how to swim but then leave you to drown. Women like you had no place in his world.
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SOKA 🖤
