The Boy I Never Saw

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This story I am about to tell you is one of my most embarrassing and maybe you could have already guessed but it is about puppy love. I was quite active on Facebook in those years. Lord knows how I did not fall prey to the evil men prowling the net for body parts then but I managed to make so many connections, both good and bad, unscathed.

I would read so many stories of how people set up to meet with other parties online never to return. Let us just say I was hot blooded and didn’t think I was going to be a victim. I never was, what I was a victim of was ghosting. I can’t remember how old I was or even the name of the other party, but I remember really liking this person.

He was South African and I think we started talking by chance. I really don’t remember how it started, but it did and we got to talking late into the night, sharing about each other's day and just generally becoming a part of each other’s lives. He would text me at random times about the most random things that would just cause my heart to warm up. I was still in secondary school and so was he.

My phone wasn’t smart but his was. He would send me pictures of what he was doing, where he was and with who. We would make silly jokes and gossip about people we don’t like. He would tease me with foods he knew I couldn’t have and then proceed to apologise later promising to make it up somehow.

This would go on for months until it hits the half year mark. Then one day, after a very long nap in the afternoon, I would wake up to a message from him about how he thought long and hard about things, and how he was convinced we could make it work and hoping I would say yes to being his girlfriend.

Hold up here a bit. See, I can’t remember much of the details but I remember being very nervous reading that message. First, I thought he wanted to stop being my friend due to how the first paragraph sounded. Then I read the part about being meant to be and my subconscious went “Ew”. For the life of me, I can’t understand how that was my first thought especially since I got giddy and went on ahead to say a yes.

Following that was more time on my phone and more memories for one whole month and then all of a sudden, poof! He’s gone. I woke up that morning to find that I was blocked. My mind couldn’t fathom what was happening and I spent the whole day distracted wondering if I did something wrong. I wondered if I was too blunt, boring or if he just got tired. Despite wondering all this, I never went to his timeline to leave a message like I saw other girls do in movies. My pride wouldn’t let me.

Confusion turned to sadness and then sadness to anger. I was livid, raging mad and then I decided to give him a piece of my mind on one of his posts. So, I went to his timeline and navigated down with my “button” phone when I saw it,

In a relationship with…

I can’t remember her name either. I remember going to her page and getting the air sucked out of me because boy, she was beautiful. My anger died down immediately and I just went ahead and returned the favour. I blocked him and thus ended the chapter of my puppy love.

This is my response to the 06th Day of the December Inleo Initiative