So there’s a guy I really like. We have known each other for a few years while I was still in school. He told me he likes me, asked about my genotype, blood group, and hometown, you know, all the basic questions, and we started getting to know each other more. I told him my stand in a relationship about no sex till marriage and he accepted. Weeks turned into months, now over a year, he hasn’t properly defined our relationship, so I decided to make a move. I asked him what we were and he said we are going to discuss it later. Days passed yet nothing, so I mustered the courage and asked him again. He said he wanted friendship and I was shocked. Like, “friendship”? I said okay and told him friendship has boundaries, friends don’t kiss or make out or check upon the person like lovers, and he said okay. After the conversation, I was really sad, but then I remembered where I’m coming from—a home filled with love. My parents are the typical examples of a true love marriage and they showered me with love and attention.
Since a man I liked didn’t want that, I would let go. Thinking about a year and a half situationship with this guy, I never asked him for anything because I learnt contentment as a growing lady. He never gave me anything and I never did, so it was even. I never felt somehow because of it. After that night, I told myself that it’s not worth it, the time I invested in this situationship. So I got busy with my job and moved on. Days later, he called me and I answered normal. Some days he chats with me and I still reply with no emotions. Then I wonder why he still chats with me occasionally, because anytime it seems as if I moved on, I see his chats asking about how I am doing, then I remember everything all over again. I know I’m not perfect but I was raised right by my parents. I make my own money and I don’t nag or disturb. I treat people kind and right, so what more does he want? Being single is hard enough.
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