Things were ruined the day the school told us to leave our residences. Coronavirus happened. The respiratory illness. The day he left, he came to my room to let me know he was leaving within a minute. I literally cried uncontrollably, it felt like we were in the movies. He held me close, gave me a tight hug and assured me he’d be back. There was nothing for me to say. It broke me to see him leaving, he had to leave, he had already bought the bus ticket. But, the fact that I cried assured me that what we had was real.

But all that was a lie, I lied to myself, the relationship was over. Our separation was the end of our relationship. Within weeks our conversation broke. If I didn’t text him, he wouldn’t bother. It hurts because I thought what we had was real. I would go back to our old messages and think, “damn, we had it good.” I read our texts day and night, hoping to receive a text from him. Until one day he texted. He told me there was something he had to tell me.

I got scared, I thought he had come to his senses and realised that we weren’t going anywhere, and since we stopped talking, it was obvious that a long distance relationship would not work. But it was not all about that. He told me he has a son. Imagine that! I even thought he was joking, but he wasn’t. I then thought for a moment, I realized that he’s telling me the truth now because he’s with his baby mamma and realised that he shouldn’t be wasting my time and giving me false hope.
“Why are you only telling me this now?” I asked.
“Had I said it perhaps you’d have looked at me differently,” he said.

I had no idea. I was in denial, he didn’t even look like somebody’s father. I didn’t see a father figure in him. But I guess he was telling the truth because he even posted his son’s pictures, they really look alike. Ever since he told me about his son, we haven’t spoken. Until one day I texted him and checked up on him but he never got back to me. I guess, it’s done!

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