I got used to everything, and I knew that I had lost the love of my life, so I carried on with business as usual. I refused to date any other boy, though. I only wanted Sibusiso, with his gorgeous self and his deep Zulu voice.

Years went by, and when I got accepted at WITS, off I went to study Script Writing there. Sibusiso was also doing script writing at UKZN, and he was doing his third year.

On my second year, a Dutch company in England offered me a scholarship to study at one of their prestigious Art Schools. I jumped at the opportunity, and for the first time in my life, my parent fussed over me. I knew that doing it would enhance my career, and to top it off, I was being sponsored by a certain soapie, so when I graduated, I would work with them as an assistant script writer.

While I was in England, I had many boys who badly wanted to make me theirs. They were all very handsome, but they lacked something. They were not anything like Sibusiso.

After six months in England, I dated an English boy named Toby. He was 21-years-old, and he was family orientated. He was an HR graduate, and he worked at his father’s company. I liked him because he had a gentleness about him that Sibusiso also possessed. He was also funny and sweet. After months of only hugging and hand-holding, we progressed to kissing. No sparks went off, though, so I realised that no guy would ever be like my Sibusiso.

I eventually stuck with Toby. I even met his parents and older sister, and they were friendly and liked me very much.

“Darling, when will I finally meet your family?” Toby asked one evening, as we cuddled in his bed with a fluffy blanket covering us. England’s weather was rather chilly.

“When the time is right. I am only allowed to bring a guy home when I am 21,” I responded.

“But Darling, you are an adult now,” he said, chuckling.

“I know that, but according to my mom and dad, I am still very much a child,” I responded.

“Okay, very well then, peaches. I will miss you when you fly back home tomorrow,” he said, and then kissed my cheek.

“I will miss you more. Me and Victoria have a lunch date, so I will see you later,” I responded, standing up and fixing myself.

Victoria wanted to spend time with me before I left. She was Toby’s sister.

“Victoria and I,” Toby corrected me.

I nodded. “Very well,” I responded, and then kissed his cheek and dashed out.

Tell us: Do you think it is fair for Nokuthula to date Toby even though she does not love him?