Kweku had expressed interest in me since I was in high school. I was young and wanted to focus on my education. “Boys are a distraction. Don’t let them derail you from your dreams,” my mother often advised me. Those words always rang in my head whenever a boy proposed love to me. Although Kweku was older, he was still one of the boys in my eyes.

Another reason I didn’t want to have anything to do with him was because of his reputation. No matter where I saw Kweku, there were girls around him. He would tell me they didn’t mean anything to him and that I was the one he wanted but I knew what I saw. I knew he was dating those girls. I didn’t want to give my heart to a Casanova. Those people have a knack for walking over the hearts of women who attempt to love them. I didn’t want to be one of them.

Despite the many times I turned him down, he refused to give up on me. He always came back stronger and got rejected until he finally agreed that we should be friends. By then I was in the university. Through our friendship, he started requesting that I cook for him and his friends. That was when I started getting close to him.

I got to know him for myself. Everything he did and said showed that he was done juggling multiple women. He opened up his life to me so I would see that there were no women in his life. By the time I got to level 300, I had convinced myself that he was worth giving a chance. One day he told me, “I keep coming back to you because you are exceptional. There is nothing about you that I don’t like. Just try me and see if I won’t be good for you.” I had stretched him for four years at this point.

I thought about his proposal once again and agreed to finally take a chance on him. This may sound like an exaggeration but he was perfect. I would visit him on weekends and he would shower me with gifts. He changed my Android phone to an iPhone 11 Pro. Then he bought me a new laptop and placed me on a monthly allowance.

Everything he gave me, I didn’t have to ask him. He just provided. This guy gave me everything from food to deodorants. The only problem we had occurred whenever the topic of marriage came up. The very year we started dating he proposed marriage. I said yes but he had other plans. “I want us to get married this very year,” he said. I wasn’t ready for all that.

While I was twenty-one and still in school, he was twenty-eight and working. We were at different stages in our lives. “I want to complete school and start working before I settle down. Can you wait?” He would say yes, only to revisit the conversation at another time. “There’s nothing wrong with getting married while you are still in school. We can make it work, trust me.” I know there are people who marry while in school but I didn’t want to do that. I just didn’t feel ready for a big leap like that. Heck, I had barely started dating.

Every time I explained these things he would say, “It’s alright. I understand.” We went on until I got to my final semester. He didn’t change. He continued to be the perfect boyfriend I was crazy about. I believe that’s why I didn’t see it coming. It was a friend who told me. I was one month into the semester when she asked, “Have you heard that Kweku is getting married next month?”

I remember saying, “Aww really? Congratulations to him.” My friend stared at me in disbelief until I realized I didn’t know which of our Kweku friends was making such a huge commitment. “Wait, which Kweku are we talking about?” When she said, “I’m talking about your boyfriend, Kweku. You didn’t know?” My reaction was laughter. I thought she was joking.

I didn’t believe her until she showed me his pre-wedding photos. Obviously, the woman in the photo was not me. It was a lady he had told me was just a friend. I saw it but my brain could not accept it. I kept telling myself it was a big prank they were all playing on me.

When I finally brought myself to ask Kweku about the photos, he said it wasn’t him. “Getty, the way I love you, do you think I can ever do that to you?” I know this guy so well. Even if I saw his shadow in a photo, I would know it belonged to him. So how can you tell me I can’t recognize you in your pre-wedding photos? I didn’t have the energy to drag it so I just hung up and blocked him.

After blocking him he called me with different numbers every day, begging me to listen to his side of the story. I didn’t intend to but I felt I needed closure so I finally listened to him. “I don’t love her,” he started, “she visited me one weekend and I ended up hooking up with her. I was too ashamed of myself to tell you. I thought it would go away but she got pregnant. That’s the only reason I am marrying her. You are the one I love.” He showed immense remorse so I decided to forgive him.

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He asked if I would attend the wedding but how could I? My heart would have died a second death if I had to witness the man I love marrying someone else. I even had exams that week so I focused on my books.

On his wedding day, he was still talking to me, acting as if we were still together. Meanwhile, I broke up with him. And now that I’m home on vacation, he is begging me not to avoid him. “If you leave me I won’t survive. I am already dying inside at the thought of losing you,” he claims.

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I don’t understand him. I’m going to complete my degree and come but he couldn’t wait for me. He went ahead and got married. So what does he want from me again? Someone who said he didn’t want to get married went all the way to Kumasi to sew his wedding suit. We live in Takoradi so you can imagine the distance. Are there no tailors in Takoradi? This boy really wanted to marry her. It was not a mistake like he is claiming.

He is here begging for another chance to prove his love, but what chance is that? Is he alright? I’m so hurt from the bottom of my heart. Because of him, I have decided that I’m done with men and relationships. I’m too young for this kind of heartbreak. I thought love was a beautiful thing but after what I have seen, I won’t do it again.

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