I Want To Move On Ep–2
Have you blocked him yet? My bestie had asked during our last call conversation. I was gisting her about how I have finally deleted all of his pictures.
Have you blocked him yet? My bestie had asked during our last call conversation. I was gisting her about how I have finally deleted all of his pictures. I didn’t even think it would be possible as our pictures together filled 2 different folders on my laptop. I also told her about how I have finally decided to take that vacation I have been postponing. I should have taken that vacation, maybe I would have met someone else then I will be the one to send him a breakup WhatsApp text. It wouldn’t matter because he would be the heartbroken one, maybe he won’t even be heartbroken.
Have you blocked him yet? Her question teased and mocked my every thought. I had said yes, she knew it was a weak lie but I ended the call and switched off my phone before she could begin to argue. I know she cares about me but I don’t know how to handle this mess.
I want to move on but I don’t know how. The vacation should help me recover from this drowning ache but how?
We had plans, or maybe they were just my plans that he reluctantly concurred to. On our 3 years anniversary, he toasted to many more years ahead and my cheeks turned crimson. I was happy. We were happy or were we?
I should move on but I really don’t know how to. Everything I am, has his autograph imprinted on it. How do you move on from someone that’s been branded in your heart?
The least what he could have done was to call me. 3 years together and he breaks up with me on WhatsApp?
My sister would drag him out on social media if she ever found out that the relationship she had always advocated against is over. She will be relieved but most importantly, she will be mad. She hates the idea of us being together, in fact she had always mocked me whenever he forgot my birthday or doesn’t upload my picture.
I don’t blame her though, I should have seen the signs and prepared for it but instead I feigned ignorance and embraced the stupid idea that we were in love.
It wasn’t just love, it was selfish and stupid love.
I have to move on if I ever want to be sane again.
story by CHIOMA OKWU