It was a cold Tuesday night after school when I met her sitting by herself in the 24EX JUTC bus. She sat over the left-hand side of the bus, directly in front one of my girlfriends. Her hair had a puff (bun) and was all-natural. Her fairly dark skin scintillated by the bus’ 1800W lightings. She had on a creamy coloured skirt that went below her knees, notwithstanding her black coloured cardigan over her barely visible navy blue “v-neck” blouse. Her hands were folded, probably because of the A/C. “Hey,” I said, greeting her graciously yet cautiously. Her replies were hesitant and nervous. After the conversation escaped us, I finally recaptured the courtesy and introduce my name, majors, age, and the area where I reside. When I was near my avenue, she took my contact and I existed the bus.
Week 1: Introductory phase
We had gotten to know each other comfortably. We arranged to meet up on campus and waited to journey with each other often. I even invited her to a gospel event that my good friend Abigail and her partner Noel were endorsing on campus which featured gospel artist Jermaine Edwards and speaker Reverend Blair. Getting her to go was a bit challenging seeing that she wasn’t the party going type of Christian.
Week 2: True Self
She told me that we were two different and that she isn’t used to my opened lifestyles. Yes, she was seriously sheltered and cut off from reality. Normalcy for her was abnormal. She had freaked me out couple times but I was determined to go a bit further because I actually wanted us to workout.
Week 3: Continuous Relapse
By now, she had deleted and readd my WhatsApp account from and to her phone about 4 times, periodically after each onset. Furthermore, she urged me to delete her pictures and contact because she didn’t want to befriend me anymore, and that our separation should be FOREVER! While, at another instance, she would readd me and tell me that she is sorry and that she wants us to continue seeing each other because she’s gradually falling for me. Honestly, I couldn’t take her irrational impulses so I had allowed her to “go” after the 5-6 outburst. Sadly, I was being persistently patience and wholeheartedly loving to the wrong person.