It is 2017 and I am back with my signature short stories. I really hope you enjoy this one.
I like to consider myself a lover. I love to love and when I do, I love hard. I have no idea how I got to that place. My parents were not one to show their feelings and never used the L word so it was definitely not them. Maybe it was my love for 90s R&B or maybe that’s how God had me wired.
Still, I wish I wasn’t this way. To be constantly emotional and vulnerable is not the best feeling and it seemed to be the reality for me; especially on a day like this. A day when I am sitting opposite my ex in a restaurant begging for a second chance. Ife was done with me and she wasn’t looking back. To be fair, it wasn’t entirely her fault.
You see Ife and I had a good thing going and then I had to complicate it with a relationship. Maybe we were never meant to be more than friends but a part of me felt I won’t find anyone that would love me like Ife did and so I took a chance. Worst decision ever.
You see Ife was amazing and the best partner a guy could dream of. I mean, we were good until I realised the fact that Ife had a better job and was earning more was an issue. Somehow it made me feel inadequate of being a real man. Yes, we were not married but somehow it still was a problem for me. Ife was buying things and handling our bills and that was too much for me. You might say it shouldn’t be a big deal but it was for me. Maybe it is because I didn’t grow up having a lot of money and somehow not having money makes me feel insecure.
Maybe I need to grow up.
So here I am 3 years later still hung on the one that got away. Maybe if I beg harder she will have me back.
“I think about you all the time Ife. I have tried to move on but I can’t. I am still in love with you.”
“That’s sweet David.”
“Is that all?” I asked her. Now I was confused.
“What are you thinking is going to happen? That I will be waiting for you to get your act together?”
“I am not saying that but I was hoping for one more chance. Another chance to prove my love. A chance to show that I can be a stand-up guy.”
“It has been 3 years David. It is time to move on. I can’t get back together with you anymore”
“Why? You are done with my drama and my issues?” I had to know.
“I just can’t. I am in a different place right now”
I looked at the one I once loved. She was different and it was obvious she was done with me.
“It’s cool. I understand” I said in a soft tone.
“OK then. I have meeting in 30 minutes. It was nice catching up.”
Ife stood up and gave me a side hug and walked out of the restaurant. It felt like she took a piece of me and there was no chance of ever getting it back.
I messed up big time. Now the question is, who is going to love me now?