EDITOR’S NOTE: The beginning part of this story, JUST LIKE OLIVER TWIST, was told back in January. And since then, there have been developments to the lives of the people in the story.
Check on it.
When Prince broke up with me, odd as it may have seemed, I did not feel guilty or sad. What I felt could only be described as ‘a sense of loss’ – loss that felt like a deep, dark and dank unending pit characterized by an ominous silence. I felt like I was floating in empty space, devoid of all my sensory nerves.
When I broke up with Kore however, all my emotions were let loose and I soon realized I wasn’t hurting because of Kore; I was missing Prince. I still miss him. I have tried dating a couple of guys since then, but those never worked out. My heart lies with Prince.
I had to leave his father’s company, where I was working, because I just couldn’t stand being around anything that remotely reminded me of him. I got another job, which is nothing compared to my former job. I also had to leave the house he rented for me in Ikeja for a much smaller one in Oshodi; I sold my car to furnish the house. I am just managing through life.
When I saw Anne (Prince’s female bestie) at the supermarket, all pregnant and engaged to Prince, I suspected something was off, but I didn’t know what exactly that was. As fate would have it, a friend of mine, Akan, had gotten acquainted with someone close to Prince via Grindr. His name is Seyi, and he was someone who kept pestering Prince for a relationship before I came into the picture. When I figured out the access that Akan’s thing with Seyi had given me to Prince, I took the opportunity to find out what I could about what was going on in Prince’s life, without letting Seyi know of my involvement. I would tell Akan the questions I wanted answers to, and he would somehow get them out from Seyi and come back to give me all the (heartbreaking) details.
Apparently, Prince still hates me. Or he hated what I did to him, because, it would seem he still had a soft spot for me. While learning about this warmed my heart some, I couldn’t take the risk of reaching out to him for fear of being shut out again.
Also, just like I’d suspected, Anne’s pregnancy was a mistake. After our breakup, Prince was so devastated, he sought solace in alcohol. Anne had gone to see him on one of those days to commiserate with him, and he’d been stupid drunk. One thing led to another – she really did still love him and she was ready to do anything to make him feel better – and so, they ended up having unprotected sex.
A few months after, she told him she was pregnant. This devastated him even more. This seemed to happen to him because of me. Anne was quick to let him know he didn’t have to marry her because she knew he didn’t love her. He insisted though, because he’s a responsible man. And so, they got engaged.
Anne hated me (she still does, I guess) because I hurt the man she loved, and now, she was going to have to endure a marriage where the love was one-sided.
And according to Akan, Seyi also hates me because I was apparently the reason Prince wasn’t “giving him any greenlight.”
Prince eventually moved to the Island to stay with his parents because he did not want to risk running into me on the mainland.
Two weeks ago, Akan dropped very unpleasant news on me.
Anne had miscarried her pregnancy some weeks back. A distraught Prince didn’t see any reason to go on with the marriage plan, and so, he called off his engagement to her. So now, Anne is bitter and she hates Prince for “using her as second fiddle and throwing her away like a used wretched ragdoll.”
All because of me.
Of course, Prince’s hate for me must have quadrupled by now, and I hate myself for starting off a chain of unpleasant events.
Every single evil is my fault. I accept all the blame. I don’t think I can ever be happy in my life ever again.
Last I heard, Prince had apparently applied for a PhD program in Stockholm and is preparing to leave the country.
I have no doubt that I might never get to see him again or even get the opportunity to make things right.
And for this, I do not deserve happiness.
Written by Tony