MEMOIRS OF A HEARTBROKEN LOVER PART 1

Few months after graduation I sat alone in my room wondering about what was happening to my relationship. My fiancee had become a total stranger to me giving me so much food for thought. My calls were seldom picked nor returned; text messages also became a luxury. When they were occasionally picked, I was given a cold voice and the preceding salutation of "baby" was no longer there.

I needed no soothsayer to tell me my relationship was on a brink of crashing. I had to do something; but what? Conversation became strenuous, and you could suffocate amidst the awkwardness that enveloped us. Check this out;

Me: Hello Baby

Her: hi

Me: how are you today?

Her: fine

Me: are you sure we are good?

Her: sure

Me: but you don't act like we are

Her: how?

Me: well,...

Her: please I gotta go (hung up)...

And this was the trend for weeks, then it stretched to a month. Then two, and the silence deepened. I decided to share my pain on the social media. So I uploaded her picture with her mobile contact and wrote;

"Hi my name is Conan, this is my fiancee and she ain't talking to me. Call her perhaps she'll talk to me, help a brother out please"

Trust me, the idea worked. Her mobile was invaded with calls from both friends and strangers and she bowed to pressure and her call came in.

"Why did u have to send such a post online?" She queried.

"That was the only way I could get your attention."

"Hmm, OK I'll see you today."

"Thanks"... She hung up.

As I awaited her arrival I allowed myself to drift backward in thought,  I reminisced about all the good times we had. The fights, the fun, and the ups and downs of academics and even the days we faced great temptations. As I awaited, tears began to roll down my chicks. I cried uncontrollably; and for the first time I knew a man could cry this much too... I was pained.

TO BE CONTINUED....

Disclaimer:

The picture used in this article has been used with the approval of the model and has nothing to do with the story published.