Daniel Bogogolela19 Feb, 2016 12:02 PM
I thought ours was one, perfect relationship. That we loved each other and that nothing could ever come between us. But overtime that proved to be just my wish. She and I were inseparable. It was we were glued together, like we had to wait for our Maker to separate us through death. But while I was busy planning how I’d like our future to be like. However, charms of other men proved hard for her to ignore. Every man who knew her knew how unfaithful she was to me. And how I was alone in this thing called relationship. The also knew how she was just an escort who made show that I never got to be alone. My friend told me to tag along because all the other women never loved me like she did. But it felt like the more I spent time with her the most likely I was going to spend the rest of my life crying over lost time. Though I always suspected her, I never really had strength to tell her how I felt about our so-called union. The reason I did that was; I thought and wished that, she'd change as time went on. But her antics before other men made me accept that she didn’t care about either I or time. Our relationship required us; not to only say that we love each other but, to be there for each other in times of need. But again, time wasn’t what she thought about. She had a wrist-watch but, it seemed like its purpose was just to decorate her wrists than make her think about us and our future. And because I was taught the essence of time, I had to leave her before everybody thought I was a bad man in our relationship. I did it because I didn’t want to look bad before other men, and for the purpose of opening a space up for a woman who not only loved herself but, also a man she’s in a relationship with.
Tags: Inseparable, Time, Relationship, Wish, Perfect, Purpose, Apathy
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