Okafor’s Law states that once a man has had a woman, he can have her again at any time.
At every point in life, every girl meets her Prince Charming. The dashingly handsome guy that just swoops her off her feet. I met mine while in secondary school. He was awesome, he was perfect, he was charming. I fell in love.
Unfortunately, we couldn’t date until after secondary school. He was my senior then. I just couldn’t wait to be in his arms and immediately I graduated, we started dating. He was the best thing that happened to me. He was my first love, first boyfriend, first kiss, first everything. But the sad thing was, it didn’t last.
Three months later, he started behaving strange. The ignoring, the missed calls, the snubbing, the strange attitude, the cold shoulder. It all happened. I don’t know why, but I broke up with him. That was not the person I fell in love with.
I confronted him and he said that his ex-girlfriend was back in his life. I know I shouldn’t have, but I let him go. I wasn’t sure of him anymore. However, I tried my best to track him, to confirm what he had said, and I got a shocker. It wasn’t his ex-gf but a new girl altogether. The ex-gf thing was just a cover. What was worse is that he flaunted it. In the group chat I could see their exchange of love conversations. That was when the real pain began. I was heartbroken.
I managed to move on, with the help of a few close friends. I honestly thought I was okay, I thought I was happy with without him. Until I finally met him one day and the unchecked emotions came bubbling out.
He told me he was sorry, I gullibly swallowed it. He told me he loved me, I still swallowed it. Even when he kissed me, I couldn’t resist. I couldn’t resist when he put his hands on me. I couldn’t resist when he touched me and romanced me. The whole cycle started again.
This time, I was determined to keep my man. I would put more effort into the relationship, making sure it didn’t end up like before. I was determined to succeed in our relationship.
Maybe I didn’t put in enough effort. Maybe my best was not enough. Maybe our relationship was just doomed to fail. Nothing I did mattered because three months later, again, he started acting strange.
The excuses just kept coming. I had already seen the signs. However, I was not going to be brash about it. ‘Maybe he would change,’ I thought. He beat me to it, he finally asked for what he had been looking for all along, a break from our relationship.
‘A break,’ wasn’t that the polite way of saying, ‘I don’t like you any longer, so give me time. Maybe I’ll come to love you back, maybe not.’ I wouldn’t budge. I couldn’t give him the break he wanted. ‘We can save our relationship,’ I thought. It took some time for my eyes to clear and to see that our relationship wasn’t salvable. I finally gave him the break he wanted.
He still ignores me. I’ve met someone else who cares about me but I don’t want to do it wrong. I want to be sure about it first before I jump into action. I’ve tried my best to forget him, he still haunts me, shaping my every decision.
It doesn’t matter if I end up with someone else, because I know that a piece of my heart will always belong to him, until someone else steals it away.
A TRUE LIFE STORY
© Derazy Ajah.