About four months ago, I came on here to pour out my bleeding heart. My boyfriend of three years decided to turn me into a storyline by getting another girl pregnant. You’d think that was the end of his own Netflix series, abi? Lmao. Plot twist: he’s now cheating on the same girl he got pregnant, and guess who the new babe is? One fine girl that once went viral on TikTok for being all cozy with her male bestie. Yes, that one. Asin, madness dey wear lace. But sha, that’s not today’s rant. Today it’s my hormones talking. I’ve been seriously craving kisses—real ones, not those “goodnight dear” type of pecks. Problem is, I don’t get man.
No toasting, no random check-ups, not even a “wyd” at 11pm. But there’s this one guy. We were close back in Year 2, just friends, nothing serious then. But we recently started talking again, nothing deep, just cruise and casual convos. Now I can’t lie: I want to kiss this guy. Like, just press pause on life and kiss him into confusion. I want to flirt with him, mess with his mind small, maybe even make him fall just a little. But guess what? He has a babe. And that’s where my conscience just dey ring alarm like church bell on Sunday morning. Why is it always the sweet ones that are already booked? Anyway, that’s my dilemma. If you see me biting my lip in public, just know say e no concern suya—it’s the craving.
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