Writing this story brings back lots of memories and rush of sensations. Love is beautiful, just as heartbreak feels like your world is crumbling.
Am a girl who was brought up by strict parents in a strict family, where what my parents ever want to hear is how good your grades are, and you passing all of your exams.
And all what my siblings and I do is focus strictly on our books and studies. Our social lives are almost nothing to account for. Don't get me wrong, focusing on your academics and career is a very good thing, but I have also come to believe that there is a balance to everything in life.
And every part of life matters, including your social life.
Well, I guess everything changed when I got into the university, everything looked new, new environment, new life.
Studies were great, I tried to never miss a class, even when I felt tired, I just had to go.
And I met this guy, he was in a higher level in my school, he was the most handsome guy i have seen in my life, he approached me and offered to take me to see around school, he sounded so nice and caring.
Along the line, we became close friends and eventually fell in love with each other, we understood each other very much, He was everything I didn’t know I needed: supportive, intelligent, and patient, one of the top in his department actually, always helping me out in my projects and explaining schoolwork that I found difficult.
He made me understand that our social lives and every other part of our well-being matters, and I should try to not always be hard on myself. When I need rest, I should rest, I should also appreciate myself when I need to, because I deserve it. And also remember to always pray. I know no one is perfect but he seemed perfect to me.
We loved each other very much, and I suddenly began to love myself more and also became appreciative of myself and others. Even my parents and siblings noticed how cheerful I became and how I looked happier.
He got into his final year, concluded and graduated, as a first-class student in his department and got a scholarship to do his master's abroad. I always knew he would make me so proud.
But sincerely a part of me knew I would miss him so much and he kept saying he would miss me a lot, and at that time I was only getting into my third year.
On the day of departure, I went with him to the airport, and we bid our farewell. He promised we will always keep in touch, and he loves me and will come get me once I am done with school.
And we kept our promise, communicating on video calls and voice calls, messaging each other then suddenly, I stopped getting calls from him, I tried all his lines but couldn't get to him. It kept saying disconnected, and I was really worried.
Eventually, i reached out to his sister, tho his sister and I are not close, am guessing she never liked me, and I don’t know the reason why, I tried everything i could to get her like me but to no avail, but I had to reach out to her and she told me, his phone recently got stolen and the last time he called her, he used a landline to tell her that he will go get a new phone and a new phone number.
Honestly, I was glad he was ok, so I told her that when next she gets a call from him, which is going to be his new number, she should please send it to me or better still, send my number to him.
Well, till today I am writing this story. I never heard back from my first love, neither did i hear from his sister. I guess she blocked me. I don't know, but I couldn't just reach her again, stopped by at where she lives, she no longer stays there. No information of where she relocated to.
That’s how I experienced my first heartbreak. It was painful, and for a long time, I wondered why it happened. Did he forget me? Did circumstances beyond his control prevent him from reaching out? I’ll probably never know.
Still, I am grateful we crossed paths and I’m grateful for the time we had together. He taught me invaluable lessons: how to love myself, to find balance, and to embrace life. And today, I’m living a more balanced life, appreciating my journey, and cherishing the people around me.
First love is unforgettable, even if it doesn’t last forever. It shaped me, and for that, I’ll always be thankful.
And am glad to be writing my story here. Sharing this has brought me peace, and I hope it reminds you, that healing and happiness are always possible. And even in heartbreak, there’s beauty to be found.
Thanks for stopping by to read my story, and I will love to see you again.
I am glad to meet you all.