Valentine’s Day is not a big deal for me. I don’t give and don’t receive gifts. I’ve been in relationships on Val’s Day and got nothing or gave nothing. It had always passed me by quietly until last year when my boyfriend left me a few days before Val’s day. The cut was deep but I was trying hard to heal.

My friend, Araba was scared to leave my side. She was always around me. We even slept together at her place. On Valentine’s Day, her boyfriend took her to the beach in the evening and she asked me to join them. I was happy. I thought it would help me forget about my pain. For a while.

This couple bought drinks, meat and plenty of fruits to set up a picnic thing at the beach. I was seated at the far end of the cloth while the two of them sat at the next end. Every now and then, they’ll kiss, whisper something to each other and laugh. They took me out of the conversation as if I wasn’t there. The scene started bringing back memories of me and my ex. Tears started welling up in my ears so I excused myself to a place a little far from them.

But I could see them kissing and all over each other in the dark. I said to myself, “So Araba brought me here to finish me kwatakwata, isn’t it? Why could she be this insensitive?”

I was watching them. She got up and sat on the lap of her boyfriend. It was around 9 p.m. The place was dark but I could see what was going on. She ignored me completely until I had to carry her home drunk. She apologized to me in the morning but it wasn’t any deep apology. She even made fun of me.

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This year, she doesn’t have a boyfriend. They broke up in December. This year, I have a boyfriend. As I said, I don’t do Valentine’s but because of Araba, I’m going to the night beach with my boyfriend and she’ll come along. I’ll show her it’s only your best friend who can play savage with your feelings. It might probably not hurt her the way she hurt me but she better play hurt. She better act exactly the way I acted so I would feel I’ve gotten my pound of flesh. We share everything because we are friends. It’s time to share the pain too. On Val’s day 😄😄

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—Cynthia

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