Up and down. Left and right. Over and over again. I can’t really say. It was as though he had done something to me that couldn’t be undone. You know how they say it takes 21 days to unlearn something, I had taken more than 42 days. Still the same. I loved him and there was nothing I could do about it.

Ours wasn’t the conventional story. It had much more emotions, double the pain, and triple the pleasure. Just thinking about it brings a smile to my face, albeit a sad one; a smile nonetheless. I had been a fool in love. Craving his attention, waiting on that phone call. Yearning for his touch!

A bright Sunday afternoon, he came over, boy! was I excited to see him. The day couldn’t get any better. I had a church program to attend later in the evening. So my memory of that day, should not have been what it became. I shouldn’t have asked at that moment, but I did anyway. It was a total rhetoric, considering all that had happened between us.

Watching him lying on my bed, all 6 ft. of him, I asked, ‘How many girlfriends have you had?’ Pretty innocent question, really. I can’t remember exactly, but, there was something off about the way he replied. Picking up on this irregularity, I just had to ask a question I should have asked at the very beginning, before things got so far.

Do you have a girlfriend? LOL! The look on his face said it all. Bewildered at this revelation, I couldn’t feel anything. I just kept on doing my make-up. I really wanted to do something, I’m glad I didn’t. I knew I had to say something, but I was not in the right frame of mind for a confrontation. I just got ready very fast, told him to take his leave and went on to church.

Hannah couldn’t have cried more than I did that night. I could cry as much as I wanted, it was a worship service, so no one bothered me.

How had I not seen through the pretences? I felt as though I had been robbed blind of my emotions by someone who didn’t even deserve it. When I eventually got around to demanding a reason, his excuse? When he met me, he and his girlfriend were on a break. A break! Did I look like an interim girlfriend? Pending the time you made up with the legitimate girlfriend? Me? A side chick. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I, Kasope had actually been someone’s side chick! I felt like slapping him silly.

As all things in life are, I now recount this experience as a preventive measure for every young girl out there. Love is a beautiful thing. It befuddles your senses. Thus the need to be twice as alert when you’re in love with someone. You see a lot of girls in abusive relationships; sigh! Blame it on love!

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