Let's talk about love

No, it is not a trick title. Today, I will talk about my love life. Drum rolls.

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Lol. Aproko.

Like I said, it's not a trick title. The name of my first girlfriend is Praise. When I think about it, I'm pretty sure one of the reasons I liked her was 'cos she had my first name.

Asides her pretty face, and her waist, she was a good soul—assuming I knew how a good soul looked like then. For someone who'd always been scared of girls, I walked up to her that Saturday to talk with her.

Something ... something ... few days later, we became lovers—a 2-year long relationship broken only by a short hiatus ended without a kiss.

Yes! I never kissed her. Honestly, I regret it now, but what is done is done.

Lol.

What interests me the most about was how convinced I was that she was the one. Fam! I was 14. What does a 14 year old know about "the one"? I was pretty convinced she was.

Asides the usual hyping and whining, I never remembered saying "I love you". Sad, but I really liked her.

And then I ghosted her ... we ghosted each other actually. Family troubles. Her dad moved out of the neighbourhood. I don't like leaving my house. So, relationship ended or so we thought.

A year later—a year of silence—we reconnected and my "first love" apparently thought we were still in a relationship. I was appalled. Lol. Cos I don't understand how she got the idea.

Well, I broke up again.

Now I'm confused. How long did I date for? 2 years or 3 years? It's stressing. Help me?

She's doing well and writing this letter reminded me that I missed her birthday—6 days ago. She doesn't expect anything of me anymore. That's how ex do.

But the question here is this.

If it ended, was it ever real to begin with?

Share your Wednesday thoughts.

Ciao.

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