We didn’t end because we stopped loving each other… we ended because love alone wasn’t enough to carry us.
She was my person the one I talked to every day, the one who knew my routines, my flaws, my soft spots. At some point, she became my comfort zone. And maybe that was the problem… I got too comfortable.
I won’t lie, I wasn’t as disciplined as I should have been. I had things I needed to fix my focus, my consistency, even how I showed up for her. And while I kept telling myself “I’ll do better,” I didn’t always act fast enough.
She, on the other hand, needed more more effort, more presence, more certainty. And I understand that now.
We didn’t break up because of one big fight. It was the little things… the slow replies, the unspoken frustrations, the feeling that something wasn’t the same anymore. Those small cracks eventually became a distance we couldn’t ignore.
If she came back? I won’t pretend I wouldn’t want it. But this time, it wouldn’t just be words I’d actually fix what broke us.
For now, I’m just working on myself. Gym, discipline, getting my mind right… because whether it’s her or someone else, I know I can’t show up half-ready again.
Some people are lessons.
Some people are timing.
Some people… are both.
do you ever wake up from a dream feeling like you’ve literally had that exact dream before? like you wake up and it feels familiar or is it still déjà vu?
do you ever wake up from a dream feeling like you’ve literally had that exact dream before? like you wake up and it feels familiar or is it still déjà vu?
Chai! tears streaming down his cheeks. He knows his life and that of the family will never remain the same again. Ein papa no even understand wetin de happen.
Zadok all of Nigeria is rooting for you, straight into our FPLs, arguments, banter & conversations. You’re here to stay.