The notification went off. A ding on the phone that caused a ding in my heart. A good morning to get my day going. He was miles away but it felt like he had just whispered the words.
Ours was a love born in the DM. He slid in there because of a word, an idea, a picture, I donāt remember which it was. With a hi, the relationship was built. He said my persona was what pulled him in. That made me smile. My online persona is the best of who I am after all. It is carefully curated to pull in followers and get the likes.
The usual interview questions were asked. He was, after-all, interviewing to get a permanent position in my heart. Tell me about yourself. What do you? Where do you see yourself in five years? What is it about me that you like? His answers were perfect and he ticked all the boxes. He was it. I was sure he was it.
I was a hopeless romantic. You Got Mail was my favorite movie. I idealized this movie. Played out the fantasy in my head. With just one āHeyā I would know that this man would be the prince of my life. We would get back to the good old days of mail writing, talk about our hopes and dreams, see about our lives and then we would meet, after having built our relationship. And at that meeting, we would know that we were it for each other and we would live happily ever after.
So, as soon as I able to, I started to look for love in all the cyber places. Facebook threw me all the wonderful perverts of the world. Indian men who would send me pictures of their junk as soon as I replied to their hi. Men who promised me the world, and all their love with as soon as I sent them some money. Tinder sent me men who wanted to smash as soon as we matched. Life on these digital streets as a single person was not easy.
But he, he was a revelation. They say when you diligently search for something, you will find it. And I found him. We talked about everything, my hopes, his dreams, our future. I knew him and he knew me. He sent me pictures of his smiling face, going about his day. He asked about my day and told me about his in detail. The conversation had progressed to raunchy but he was still sweet. I was looking forward to meeting him but all I had, while I waited, was the daily texts. But I knew without a doubt that he was my soulmate.
But as a fairy tales go, there was always the evil queen, or the poisoned apple, or the dragons. Iām not entirely sure what happened, but our whirlwind romance slowed down considerably. It wasnāt one day but over several days. I felt the distance between us. He wasnāt online when I needed him to be. He didnāt give me the daily boost of confidence I needed. There was no love from him anymore. The conversation was not as detailed as I needed it to be. I kept pushing for a meet but he kept saying he couldnāt as he was busy. I thought that if we met, things would go back to the way they used to be. Or get even better. When I asked him why he wasnāt as present, he told me it was all in my head and that he still thought of me. And I was his. I believed him but it continued, the distance worsened.
I started to blame myself. Pointing the blame inward. Asked the questions, lost my peace. Was it something I did? Something I said? Had he found himself another? Why was he not texting and yet he was online? Why didnāt he like me anymore? So many questions.
A few weeks after he told me it was all in my head, I saw a photo of him with another girl. And I was vindicated, it wasnāt all in my head. And I was broken. My prince charming was kissing another Cinderella. He left my message on read. And I was all alone, vowing not to love another on these cyber streets.
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This is a purely fictional story and any relation to a real story is purely coincidence.
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Mable Amuron is a multi-talented award-winning creative with a passion for the written word. Sheās a writer, editor, poet,Ā and reader. She enjoys watching words become something coherent and something that can entertain, inform,Ā and inspire. Her poetry has appeared in two anthologies and she runs blogsĀ https://amuron.com/
š¶My Facebook love, looking for your message on my wallā¦ Nibo lo lo, ngbawo lo n pada boooo_š¶
Heheheeeā¦ The first time I read this, it was this song came to mind. Like, Iāve been here so many times ehn!š God help my generation bacauseā¦ Phew!
Thanks plenty plenty plenty, sweet Mable for blessing the Galaxy with your awesomeness. ā„ļøāØ
Eeeehh banange, I felt this girls pain. Anyway onwards we March!!
I felt it too, gosh! We muveeeeee š¤©
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I don’t know why am even laughing! This has happened to me several times. The real truth is that I am about to publish my reasons why I lose interest so easily. I have received enough blames and insults from your gender and am not even near to change.
All my lips apart and my teeth widely exposed as I read through this article. I never lose interest because I have got someone else but my size sometimes makes me shy.
You crush on this lady on the internet and spark a really promising conversation but when she opens up on qualities of a guy she expects to meet, I find myself in an F9 mark.ššš¤£ And the next thing is to reduce conversation.
Am sorry for the long comment but check on my blog and read about “If my body size is a problem”. Hope you will enjoy.
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Please drop the link to that particular post her in the comment section so other Stars can easily follow it to read.
I love long comment. They make my toes tickle š¤
Oh, I’ve been ghosted severally and I’ve ghosted too.
Is it so bad to have a small body size? just asking! https://casaldotonline.wordpress.com/2020/11/28/it-is-so-bad-to-have-a-small-body-size/ Those who have gone through the above text will surely also enjoy this. Check it out..
Well… I don’t know if I know the right answer to this question.
You would get I the right answer because am sure about that but only if you can read the whole story from the begining to the end. Accept I share with all episodes
Share the very first episode so we (StarsāØ) can keep reading on from there. Cool?
Yeah pliz
Here is how it started. I always questioned what it means to be small and fall in love with a plus size woman.
Love is Blind. https://casaldotonline.wordpress.com/2020/11/13/love-is-blind/ right from the first episode
Thanks for sharing with us
Here is the link about questions on my body size. It’s always hard to accept my crush to meet me because am not confident with my body size.
I it so bad to have a small body size? just asking! https://casaldotonline.wordpress.com/2020/11/28/it-is-so-bad-to-have-a-small-body-size/
Maybe you should try meeting people or connecting with people physical as opposed to soso midiya for a change. What do you think?
To you who has a big following, how is it if you just put the question up for discussion? Just asking
I’m sorry I missed this. Maybe I should š¤
I totally agree with you.
And hey, dear Casa, you deserve to be loved irrespective of your physical appearance.
A very interesting tale.
Sorry it didnāt end well but I am sure you have learnt a lesson.
Social Media is not really so good to relationships most times although there are exceptions but very rare.
Thanks for sharing this with us.
Thanks, Mammy!
It’s fiction tho š¤
Fiction that is everyday reality…!!! Una do well o!
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Fiction, huh???šš
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Yes right!
And there I was thinking, this is one of your “own” stories!šš
Hahahaaa… It could as well have been mine because, the story is so familiar ehn! LMAO š