Love is Not For Me.
2020.
I was seeing this fine, well-cultured Yoruba lady who possessed all the qualities I desired in a woman. I was fresh off a tumultuous relationship and was learning to love again. Everything was fine up untill that fateful morning.
I woke to a terse & cryptic text she sent. It read:
"I do not feel the love again, I hope that you can understand me and move on"
To say that I was flabbergasted was an understatement. I had so many perplexing thoughts. 'What could have led to her calling off a blossoming relationship? One where, at least in my opinion, we were both sincere with one another.
I was beyond devasted and sought closure from her friends, as she had already blocked me at the time. All of them pretended to be unaware of her reasons and urged me to move on.
I painfully overcame my disappointment and moved on. Few months later, while scrolling through Facebook, I came upon a picture of her and one of her friends I had earlier reached out to—to know why she suddenly blanked me. Both donning ceremonial white wedding dresses, smiling from ear to ear for the camera, and clasping each other's hands.
Much later, I was told by a reliable little bird that they had fled to another country in search of sanctuary—so that they might freely love themselves as they saw fit.
Who would have thought that the woman I contemplated marrying was a lesbian and was secretly dating her friend while we were together. Funny thing is, I never suspected her late night hangouts with this friend. Additionally, I didn't interpret anything untoward in their 'jocular' mutual touching of one other's boobs. It was not untill that happened that I completely understood why they were so close, and overly physical in an intimate sense, with each other.
Looking back, I think the reason I was felt most hurt by her actions was not her leaving me for a woman. No. I believe it was because I poured my heart to her and she reciprocated with lies, subterfuge and dubiety.
