I remember going to stay with my grandparents in my hometown when I was just eleven years old. I wasn’t enthused about leaving my parents, school, and friends behind. Sure, I loved my grandparents but I had a life I was attached to before I moved. I wondered if I would be able to get along with the other kids and make new friends.

Luckily, I didn’t have to wait too long to form new bonds. The family who lived opposite our house has a son my age. His name is IBK. This boy was very handsome. When I got close to him I realized he was also very intelligent. Those two combinations had me crushing on him. I became friends with him and his younger brother. We were all kids so our folks didn’t mind how close we were.

A year later, he came to visit me with a letter in his hand. I thought the letter was coming from him so I was excited. Only for him to say, “One of my friends says he wants to be your boyfriend. This is a letter from him.” I did my best to conceal my disappointment. After reading his friend’s letter I told him, “IBK, I can’t date your friend. He doesn’t go to school. And he is not handsome like you.” IBK smiled and told me, “You’ve not seen him in person so how did you conclude he is not handsome? Just accept his proposal and pretend you like him.” Well, how could I say no to my crush?

Later I got to know who his friend was. We all lived in the same neighborhood but we never got to meet. IBK was our messenger. He brought me letters from the boy and carried my letters to him as well. He also brought me gifts from the boy and I always shared them with him.

One day, IBK came as usual to deliver one of the letters but I noticed something was different. Attached to his friend’s letter was another one from IBK himself. In his letter, he listed all the ways the other guy was not good enough for me. He then added, “I am the better man for you. I will treat you right because I know how special you are. I have always been in love with you so choose me.” This guy had no idea that he is the one I had always wanted. So he was surprised when I chose him.

I never considered what I had with his friend a relationship so IBK was my first boyfriend. I was only twelve years old then but I can tell you that our relationship was a sweet ride. It was pure and filled with innocence. We were already close friends so our folks didn’t suspect it when we started dating. Maybe I was too young to fully understand love but I knew that I always wanted to be around him. And I always felt sad when we were apart. I felt like we were two sides of the same coin.

I was so close to him that I forgot about the life I left behind when I moved to my grandparents’ place. Sadly, the life I left behind didn’t forget about me. A year into our relationship, I had to return home to my parents. I was sad to leave IBK but we agreed to try a long-distance relationship. We exchanged letters to keep in touch. This continued until I turned seventeen. I had completed secondary school by then so I went to visit my grandma.

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The first person I went looking for when I arrived was my boyfriend. To say we were happy to see each other is an understatement. We were possessed with joy. Our reunion was filled with sunshine and rainbow until he took me to his room. As soon as we entered, I perceived a faint odour of Igbo (Indian hemp), and this is something I really hate.

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I told him I had to run some errands for my grandma and hurriedly left with the promise that I would return. I later asked my cousin about him. Nothing could have prepared me for the things she told me about him. My handsome and intelligent boyfriend had impregnated two girls. Apart from that, he had joined a group of guys whose source of income was cybercrime (fraud boys). That explained the reason he had started smoking. I didn’t go back to him to try and confirm anything my cousin said. I just ended the relationship without even telling him.

Today we are still friends. I never told him what I found out. I just quietly moved on. Now, I am married. He is also married. Weirdly, his wife addresses me as her sister-in-law on social media. I wonder what he told her about me to make her do that.

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—Favour, Nigeria 

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