On my second day of processing my admission at the University of Ghana, I met a girl on my way home from campus. I was in a trotro when she came to sit right next to me. It was my first time seeing her but something about the way she carried herself gave me the impression that she was also a student like me. I was curious to know if I was right. Besides, I liked her right from the moment I set my eyes on her.

She did not possess the physical attributes to qualify as my kind of woman. Nonetheless, I decided to overlook her physique and get to know what beauty lay beneath her outward appearance. Beauty they say is on the inside. I turned to her and disarmed her with my charming smile. She smiled back at me and said, “Hi!”

Her voice sounded like music in my ears. All of a sudden I became nervous. I almost choked on the two-syllable word, “Hello!” In order not to get into my own head, I started asking her questions about yourself. I started with, “Where are you from?” The second she answered me, I was at her throat with another question, “Where are you going?” These two questions proved my guess right.

Like me, she was on her way home from the University of Ghana campus after taking care of her admission stuff. With this new knowledge, I asked her again, “What program are you going to be studying?” The next question that followed was, “Are you going to be a resident on campus or a nonresident?” Her answer was the latter.

At this point, my nerves were calm and I started to feel like myself again. We had a long and interesting conversation until she mentioned we were almost at her stop. “I like talking to you,” I told her, “Give me your number so we can keep in touch. Who knows? Maybe we will help each other out when classes begin.” Thankfully, she gave me her number before she got down.

In the next six months, we had become best of friends. We talked on the phone every day. No topic was off-limits. I knew she was single just as I was. I even got the impression that she liked me. All I had to do was shoot my shot so she would know I had fallen crazily in love with her over the months.

I was so sure that she felt the same way I did so I didn’t sweat it. One day we were having a nice conversation when I opened my heart and emptied it into her hands. I asked her to be my girlfriend. To my surprise, she didn’t smile sweetly and say yes. Rather, she said; “Give me some time to think about it.” Still, I didn’t lose hope. I know sometimes girls say these things to play hard to get. So I took it as one of those things.

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A while passed before she came to tell me, “I have given your proposal some thought and I have decided it’s best we remain friends.” I was shocked. I felt so disappointed. When I asked her why she turned me down she said, “I will enjoy what we have more if we are just friends. Also, I just want to focus my attention on my faith. I don’t want any distractions.” It was her love I wanted but I settled for the friendship as it was.

After a semester’s break, she got accommodation on campus. That was when everything began to change for us. She became too busy all of a sudden. I would call her and she wouldn’t pick up. She wouldn’t even return my calls. I would text her and she wouldn’t even respond. I started to feel like I was the only person who cared about our friendship.

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This same person who told me she could not afford to lose me now cannot be bothered to talk to me. A while back, I tried to contact Alice for an entire week but she ignored me. Later, she came to tell me that her phone was switched off for the entire week. I knew she was lying but I didn’t say anything.

I have been thinking about her, and what her behavior means for our friendship. It looks like I should give her space so she doesn’t feel like I am trying so hard to be in her life. However, I have fallen deeply in love with her. I cannot stand the thought of not having her in my life. It’s making it difficult for me to leave her alone. Please, what can I do to get her attention again? I need help.

—Scott

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