I had to think of how to inject my trust in her again without hurting her feelings. You would agree it wasn’t a good way to start a chapter that would catch the audience and keep them in suspense, but I would say it was unique start. Three days into a relationship and already at the brink of a breakup that would make headlines at school the following day.

Besides a breakup scandal would have caused a major gossip circle around the girls in my class. I had already given them something to chew on by playing Casanova, at least something to last them for the rest of their high school. I can’t stress how much attention our relationship generated. I felt like I was in the shoes of a certain celebrity and came to understand why they often lost their calm and would punch the paparazzi in the face.

The assurance she gave me wasn’t enough though, she wasn’t talking to me and the matric dance was around the corner — it was on the following day to be precise. So, as usual, at least for the matriculants, we were going to the matric dance and everyone was excited. Even the principal was not coherent enough to keep us inside classes until the transport arrived. His stern face looked like that of a tenth-grade class rep, vainly trying to control noise makers.

Okay to cut a long story short, I did manage to secure my queen again, and we were happily ever after. Lol! I wish.

Just like any typical modern relationship I thought we were going to kiss, cuddle make love and empty promises, do so for a couple of weeks, play the blame game, break up and move on to look for the next naïve heart to break or an unwilling victim to administer our lusts and sensual desires. But she was not the type to play and run, she was smart; every flop I had made she forgave me. I was afraid to lose her, for once in a relationship I felt comfortable and loved and not afraid to show my romantic and gentle side. I gave her every bit of my trust and love. I knew she loved me, and she knew I loved her.

Getting into a relationship with me after she had lost faith in love, moving on from an abusive relationship with her baby daddy and trusting another man to give her love and respect was a brave step, I had to respect her for that. I loved her and I didn’t want to be the next man to break her heart. As easy as I say it, in practice it wasn’t easy not to hurt her from time to time. I was a girl’s boy, I had a soft spot when it came to girls as she would say. I liked flirting, I liked befriending them, I had two friends which were girls, one of which was my best friend, and God I still hope she is.

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