I rarely write any personal blog posts but today I just felt like it because it’s a very special day for me.

Our love story was like a drama plot (some even said it's like a fairytale). We started out as classmates at the age of 15. He sat next to me in my mother tongue class and he was the worst kind of partner I had ever gotten. He would use my stationeries without my permission, would annoy me with stupid questions, tease me for reasons unknown but little did I know that that was his way of telling me that he's interested in me. 

At the age of 16, he had asked me to be his girlfriend. At that point of time, we were sitting for a national exam that would determine our future. I knew of my feelings but I said no and told him to focus on studies. He ignored me and got together with a junior of mine. I was utterly upset and disappointed. Little did I know that it was actually jealousy consuming me. 

We ignored each other for the rest of the year, till we graduated. We both got into a different tertiary institution and it wasn't till I started chatting him up on Facebook did we realize that the feelings that were kept hidden all this time is still there.

We dated for 3 years. There were times we ignored each other because of conflicting schedules (mainly my fault because I was so busy with school). During the 3 years, I had also fell head over heels for a female classmate of mine. He knew but he kept quiet and silently waited for me.

Things didn’t end well for the classmate and I. I was heartbroken, devastated and depressed. Yet he still waited for me, arms always open and ready to catch me when I fall. And I knew then, this was the guy I would want to spend the rest of my life with.

A year ago, 6 August 2015, he had officially asked me to be his girlfriend. After 3 years of us “dating”, we finally made it official before he left to serve the nation and I was the happiest girl on earth. Everyone kept saying we were made for each other. The constant teasing from family and friends about when were we getting married always put a smile on my face. 

But 3 days ago, I officially ended our relationship.

We were becoming distant, we rarely talk and I was tired of always having to initiate things. Some may call me cruel for ending things so abruptly and especially since he is still serving his national service but I just felt that it was the right thing to do. I felt that it was for the best.

I’m still hurt. I’m still heartbroken. Others might not understand what I’m feeling because I was the one who had asked for the break up. You’re probably reading this and thinking, “She’s foolish for not wanting to fix something so minor.”

But what is done is done. There’s nothing that I can do now except to let time heal the pain.

To the special one who owns a special place in my heart, I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again. Things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end, if not always in the way we expect.

It’s selfish of me but I really hope that we can meet up in the future and start afresh. And that I still love you.