We had been dating for four years when one night she called, saying she wasn’t feeling well. I told her to take some medication and rest. That was around 9 p.m. By 11 p.m., she called again.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“I’m about to sleep,” I replied.
“Can you come take me to the hospital? The pain is still severe.”
I glanced at the time and sighed. “It’s 11 p.m. Driving to your place is far. Why don’t you just order a taxi—”
Before I could finish, she cut the line.
I tried calling back, but she ignored my calls. I assumed it was one of her usual tricks to get me to show up late at night, especially on a Friday. She had pulled similar stunts before, just to end up saying, “I only wanted to see you.” So that night, I decided to sleep.
The next morning, when I called, her mother picked up. My heart dropped when she said: “She was rushed to the hospital last night and got admitted.”
I drove straight there. She was furious—she wouldn’t even look at me. I apologized over and over, but she kept turning away. For three days, while she was hospitalized, I visited. Each day she ignored me. When she was discharged, I showed up with my car to take her home, but she refused to get in. Instead, she called a taxi in front of me, got in with her mother, and left.
The following day, I received a message from her:
“It’s obvious you don’t care about me. I could have died because of your carelessness. It’s over.”
I spent a month apologizing, but she didn’t budge. I didn’t think it was enough reason to end a four-year relationship, but she did—she walked away.
Even after the breakup, we didn’t completely cut ties. Sometimes I would check on her, and she would react to my social media posts. We bumped into each other a few times. Then, two years later, we met again—at a friend’s wedding.
.Immediately she saw me, she came to sit next to me and we talked throughout the wedding. I joked, “This should have been us if you didn’t walk away.” She said, “Don’t say I walked away. Say what you did that made me walk away.”
I told her I haven’t healed since she left. She told me it took her several months to completely move on. I told her I’ve dated two women after her and it didn’t work out. She said she was in her second relationship after me. I said, “We are meant for each other. Why don’t we come back together?” She answered, “Let’s see what happens. I’m watching you.”
She didn’t accept for us to be together but she gave me hope that we could end up together again. On her birthday, I celebrated it as though we were back together. I took her out and sent her gifts. I wrote a beautiful message for her.
I tried to stay close. She would call me one day and ask, “I need this and that, can you get them for me?”
I would stop whatever I’m doing and go get it for her. “I would be going to this place tomorrow, would you be able to drive me there?” I would forgo everything I was doing and drive her there.
One day, she took me to a new place she said she had rented. I inspected the place with her—a two-bedroom house with a large compound. She had to repaint the place and do some repair works. She left those works in my care. I hired carpenters to fix the wooden works and hired painters to repaint the whole place. All she did was to go around and inspect the progress of work. When all was said and done, I took one of our office pickups and helped transport all her belongings there. And even helped to arrange her stuff in the room. I was amending my past mistakes so I can be given a second chance.
A few months later, she posted her wedding invitation on her status.
Not too long afterward, her pre-wedding photo shoot followed.
I thought I wasn’t seeing well. “Or she’s joking?” I called her, “Are you serious about what you just posted?” She answered, “How can someone joke with something like that? It’s happening live.”
I asked, “So how come you didn’t tell me until I saw it on your status?” She sensed my anger and asked, “Why are you getting angry? Ain’t you supposed to be happy for me?”
I thought I was doing everything within my power to get the girl I love back. Not knowing, I was rather aiding her to get married to another man who was living and working outside the country. The date came. They got married and moved to the house I helped pay for the renovation. I wished them well.
