She sent me a message on Facebook telling me how she liked a post I made some days ago. She said, “I’ve had this same thought for a very long time but was scared to share it. It’s such a relief to know someone also has the same belief. It tells me I’m normal and I’m not alone.” She was one of those people you are friends with on Facebook but don’t know when you accepted their friend’s request. I was happy to meet her and I told her.

We started having little conversations on Facebook which later went from how do you do to may I know what you do for a living? She’ll wake up in the morning and come say good morning to me on Messenger. In the evening, she’ll come around and say good night. I went through her photos one day. I started from her current photos to the very first photo she posted on Facebook. She was beautiful. Every shot, every angle, when she smiled, when she didn’t smile, everything about her was stunning.

I felt like, “Ok she’s not bad so why don’t I try to know her better?” That day when we chatted, I asked for her number and she gave it to me. When I called her in the night, I realized another beautiful thing about her; her voice. I said, “You look just like your voice.” She asked, “What do you mean?” I said, “It’s very nice.” She laughed and said, “Stop flattering me.” I said, “I say only the truth.”

I got to know where she worked. I got to know about her family. She said, “I’m the first child and also the only lady among four siblings. My parents don’t joke with me at all.” We had a video call often and she looked even prettier in videos than in photos. She blinked a lot when she talked. She had dimples and always had a smile on. One day in a video call I asked her, “So what happened? You told me your boyfriend left you. What did you do wrong?”

She said, “We shouldn’t be talking about this on video. The whole story makes me look vulnerable and I hate it when I look like that.” I said, “Don’t worry, we can talk about it whenever you feel like talking about it.” For close to two months, we talked and chatted every day. And each day that we talked, the feeling I have for her grew wild. One day I asked her to meet me. She said, “I don’t think I’m in the right frame of mind to meet you right now.”

Weeks later, I asked her; “Don’t you think it’s about time we met?” She said, “Yeah it’s about time. Choose a place and time and I will meet you. I’m ready now.” We planned to meet over the weekend. We planned to meet at 7pm. It was supposed to be a short meeting. We planned not to stay for more than an hour. I was at the venue around 6:30pm. At 7pm she wasn’t around. I texted her, “You’re late.” She said, “Hmmmm” I asked, “Is anything the matter? She said, “I don’t think I can make it. I did everything right to meet you but something came up. I don’t want to keep you waiting so please let’s make it another time.”

I felt disappointed but there was nothing I could do about it. I picked a taxi and went home. The surprising thing was, from the minute she told me she wasn’t going to come, she didn’t go offline to indicate she was busy with something. She stayed online and talked to me until late in the night when we both said good night. She kept apologizing to me. I said it was ok. We made another plan to meet the following weekend.

I was on my way going to the venue when she called me, “Are you there yet?” I said, “No I’m on my way. I should be there in the next fifteen minutes.” She said, “I’m sorry, you have to turn back.” I asked, “What’s the issue?” She said, “Something came up. I’m very sorry. This is the second time this is happening and I will understand if you get angry.” I said, “No problem. I will go back home but I hope you’re ok?” She said, “I will tell you everything this evening. Find a place in your heart to forgive me.”

In the evening I asked what happened. She said, “I don’t even know where to start from. You might think I’m crazy so let’s not talk about it.” I coerced her. I pushed her a little bit harder to tell me her mind. All she said was, “Let’s think about the future. This is past and gone.” That very night I proposed to her. I wanted to assure her of my affection for her so if she had doubt about meeting me, that doubt would clear. She said, “Despite everything?” I said, “Despite everything. That’s why I’m eager to meet you.”

We made another plan to meet. She said, “That’s where I’ll give you an answer to your proposal.” I said, “I can’t wait to finally meet you in person.” She said, “Bring your expectation down. I’m not too much biaa saa.”

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As usual, I was there very early. I texted her and she said she was on her way coming. Twenty-five minutes later, I sent her a text. “You’re late.” She said, “I’m almost there.” Ten minutes later I called and her phone was off. I called again and again but each time I called, I heard the same feedback, “The number you’re calling is switched off…”

“Maybe, she’s having a low battery.” Two hours later, I was tired of waiting so I got up and left. I woke up the next morning to see a very long text message from her. She said, “I was there. I saw you but didn’t have the courage to come and say hi. All of a sudden, I was shivering. Something didn’t feel right. Forgive me.” I called her phone and she didn’t pick. I’ve been calling her since and she doesn’t pick my calls. When I use another line to call her, she picks but immediately she realizes it’s me, she cut the line.

It’s her behavior normal? We’ve been talking since February. I haven’t done anything to suggest any negative thoughts so I don’t know why she’s treating me this way. I can move on from today but everything looks and feel weird. Can it be that she has issues with her confidence? Or She has mental health issues? Or she’s fighting unknown demons? Is it normal for a lady to behave this way?

–Edward

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