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To all the love stories that died prematurely.

All these stories were inspired by true events. It may or may not be personal but it still hurts the same.

 

Chapter 1.

It’s 2015 and I fall in love with a guy.
Initially, it was roses and gold.
Love was our torch through the dark path called life.
We sailed on the waves of companionship.
Then the relationship began to claw into the fabric of my soul.
We evolved into the phase of him forcing poison down my throat.
The rivers of respect only flowed one way.

Sadly, I stayed because of the fear of being alone.                                                                                        He ended it without thought, when he was done playing with me.
Suddenly,the world shrunk.
I wasn’t prepared for the ripping of flesh.
Crying on dirty bathroom floors became an addiction.
I just described my first love: he only lived for six months.

Chapter 2.

It’s mid 2016 and I am dating a dude.
I took all precautions or so I thought.
The relationship went from symbiosis to parasitic
I went from loving up to fulfilling his needs no matter the consequences.
I had to fit into his definition of the perfect woman.
He made a conscious effort to drain the life out of my soul.
In his eyes, I was an object for sexual gratification.
As expected, he cheated.
Unfortunately, I took it as a sign that I was the defective one.
I thought if I worked harder or fought harder, I would be good enough.
At the end, the over one year turbulence ended.
Of course he awarded me with all the blame.
I guess I am a naive child in this love journey.

Chapter 3.

It’s 2018 and I really like this guy.
His smile warms my frozen heart.
Skin was a coating of chocolate goodness.

Words are the balm my aching soul needs.
He found a way to constantly make me laugh.
I forgot to say, the timing was wrong.
We are about to embark on an infinite journey in the real world.
Our fragile hearts are too scared to see if our love would stand the test of time.

Besides I don’t think I am good enough.
He is red velvet and I am bland.
Am I going to be able to satisfy him?
Do I give him happiness?
Does he derive pleasure from interacting with me?
I got 21 questions and they revolve around him.

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Iretomiwa

Iretomiwa

Hello people of the internet. My name is Ekisola Iretomiwa. I am a young lady still growing. I have a billion scars because I showed up for this thing called life. (I am literally quoting my fake therapist   ). I hope you enjoy the roller coaster that is my mind.

4 Comments

  1. Kunle
    May 8, 2019 at 7:50 am — Reply

    This… this is deep. Much to ponder on. Nice piece

    • Iretomiwa
      July 11, 2019 at 12:18 pm — Reply

      Thank you my fellow deep human. Lol

  2. July 7, 2019 at 6:57 pm — Reply

    This was quite an interesting read. At the end of the day, break ups suck!

    • Iretomiwa
      July 11, 2019 at 12:20 pm — Reply

      Break ups are the pictorial representation of terrible, I am glad you liked it

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