The Guy I met (Love is pain)

Posted on 22. Jun, 2009 by Osereme in Love + Emotion

Love is one of the sweetest things in the world and it also remains one of the worse bullet that can ever hit you. You don’t have to be a soldier or be in a war zone. Love is kind, sweet, nice and sometimes painful. Here is a piece of love story that calls for your attention.

One Friday morning, my very good friend came to me and told me about a friend’s party and I was convinced about going for it. It was our graduation party (just after our exams in June 2008). I was too tired but did not want to let my girlfriends down. So we all decided to go for it that night. As a girl that was still searching for the right guy, I was hoping I would be able to find him that night. The House party was somewhere in West London (Exact Location Witheld).  I had my lipstick and makeup on for a sweet night out. After getting ready, My friends and I called a cab and off we went. My main purpose was to find a guy since all my friends had boyfriends and I was the only outcast. They always tell of their sweet ordeals while I remained the ever listener. I wanted to have a lover at all cost.
We got to the place and it was quite empty. Not many people had arrived. Trust  Nigerians and african time. Anyways, I said to myself, “hope nice guys would come oh”. It was 11:30pm that we arrived but people started coming at about 12:30am. At about 1am the place was packed and I started looking for the right one. My eyes were going round the place like a Nigerian police torch light. As usual the guys were just standing as if it was a cocktail gathering. Nigerian guys will always be forming like they are not there to party. They were acting like “big boyz” without party connection. I asked myself, “why are they here then?”. This was actually putting me off but due to my desperation, I had to erode the pessimistic dogma that was building in my head.

I decided to go get a drink since I was feeling lonely as all my girls were with their guys. This was how I met Stanley (Real name witheld) who seemed really charming and well dressed. I decided to ask of his name and if we’ve met before. He said I looked familiar but we came to the conclusion that we never knew each other. I fell in love with him and I took it upon myself to ask him out while I was still sober. He told me he was about to do so but was scared of rejection. He had it in him but was scared. I had it in me but was pushed by desperation. Love is a funny bully. We were suffering from something we could easily control but one choose to die in silence. There can only be one answer…. “yes or no”.

To cut the story short, we went out for some months being truthful with each other. He was the best thing to ever happen to me. He was sweet, nice, kind, generous, lovely, helpful etc. Trust me, there is no adjective to qualify him as he was nice.

You might be wondering, “why write about it?”. My tragic state commenced when he came back one night from a party fully drunk. He told me all about his affair with a girl who was having a baby for him and guess what? they were still together. He told me how much he loves me but was still confused on what to do. I have remained shocked as my whole life has become an absolute debacle. I have been unable to say a word till date. We went places together, I was extremely proud of him to the extent that I could put my neck on the line for him. He cheated, lied and made me a laughing art-work. That night, I was confused and had no choice but to leave his place and I went home. Its been almost a year now and we have not talked. That was the last time we spoke and ever saw. I feel the pain everyday and I just want to hate all men when I hear them speak. Love is pain. Please Streetnaij publish this pain of mine. My name is Sandra ( Real name witheld).