By Esther Omah
I have always seen myself as a compulsive lover. I love without looking back. I’m an incurable optimist. Though I’m very slow to accept advances from a prospective lover, once I finally succumb, there’s no going back. But then I’m a realist. I try to let go once the ship sets sail, leaking my wounds in the process. Yet, there some wounds that are skin deep. The scars never go away.
After Chigozie left, I thought I had moved on with my life. I had started my own business, rebuilt my self-esteem, and was finally feeling confident and fulfilled. But little did I know, Chigozie’s departure had left a lasting impact on him.
He had struggled to focus on his studies abroad, his mind constantly wandering back to me. He had tried to fill the void with temporary relationships, but none of them had worked. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he had left a part of himself behind, and that part was me.
As the years went by, Chigozie’s relationships continued to falter. He couldn’t seem to connect with anyone on a deeper level, and he began to feel like he was losing himself in the process. He started to wonder if he had made a mistake by leaving me behind.
Meanwhile, I was facing my own set of challenges. Despite my outward success, I was struggling to find meaningful relationships. I had been on countless dates, but none of had led to anything substantial. I began to feel like I was just going through the motions, and that I was losing touch with my own desires and needs.
As I reflected on my past relationships, I couldn’t help but think of Chigozie. I wondered what had become of him, and if he ever thought of me. I tried to push the thoughts aside, but they lingered, refusing to be ignored.
Chigozie’s fingers danced across his phone’s keyboard, typing out messages to our old friends and course mates, hoping to get a glimpse of my life. But every response was met with a dead-end, a reminder that I thought I had moved on and left the past behind, and the little did i know a time would come when i will miss him the more.
His parents, oblivious to the fact that I had blocked him on all social media platforms, encouraged him to focus on his studies abroad. They had sent him to pursue his master’s degree, hoping that the distance would help him heal and move on.
But Chigozie’s heart was still anchored to the memories of our past. His love life since leaving Nigeria was also a mess, a string of failed relationships that only made him miss me more.
As he navigated the foreign streets, feeling lost and alone, Chigozie couldn’t shake the feeling that a part of him was still in Nigeria, with me. He felt like a bird with a broken wing, unable to fly back to the place he called home.
The distance between us seemed to grow wider with each passing day, and Chigozie felt like he was drowning in a sea of despair. He had never imagined that losing me would hurt so much, that the ache in his heart would still linger years after we parted ways. Chigozie instead of concentrating on his studies found himself consumed by thoughts o, a f me. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he had made a mistake by leaving me behind.
He started to contemplate coming back to Nigeria, to try and rekindle what we had once shared. But every time he thought about it, he felt a wave of fear wash over him.
His parents had a close watch on him, and he knew that they would never approve of him coming back to Nigeria. They had sent him abroad to pursue his master’s degree, and they expected him to focus on his studies.
But Chigozie’s heart was no longer in his studies. His heart was back in Nigeria, with me. He felt like a part of him was missing, and he couldn’t shake off 😔 the feeling that he needed to come back to me.
As he navigated the foreign streets, feeling lost and alone, Chigozie couldn’t help but wonder what could have been. He wondered what would have happened if he had stayed in Nigeria, if he had fought for us.
The thought sent a pang of regret through his chest, and he felt like he was drowning in a sea of despair. He had never imagined that losing me would hurt so much, that the ache in his heart would still linger years after no calls or communication.
As Chigozie stood at the crossroads, the wind whipping through his hair, he felt a sense of determination wash over him. He knew that he couldn’t keep living like this, torn between his parents’ expectations and his own desires. With a deep breath, Chigozie made his decision, steeling himself for the consequences.
His mind raced with unanswered questions, each one a nagging doubt that threatened to undermine his resolve. What if she had moved on, leaving him behind? What if she’s married now, with kids and a life that no longer included him? What if she has closed the door on our past, and i am now just a distant memory? So many questions. Few answers.
The uncertainty was almost crippling, but Chigozie steeled himself, his determination driving him forward. He would face whatever came next, no matter how daunting.
It’s about to get interesting guys. I’m sure you can’t wait to know what happened next. Let’s keep it a date next week.
