Humans of Lagos Episode 62

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Humans of Lagos 

"I loved him, and he professed his love to me times without number as well. I built my life around him, without him I believed I would never be able to survive. 

One day, he sent me a SMS calling quit our relationship, I didn't believe it but he insisted that it's over.
I hated him, wished him all the bad that is possible.

He started going out with another lady. I nursed my bitterness, and in me flourished darkness. I was happy when he had an automobile accident, I thought that the lady would abandoned him. I got deluded to believing that I was the best he could get.

I rejoiced every of his downfall, I was sad when he married the lady, but was happy when the wife had a miscarriage. I monitored his life like the guidance angel that my mother told me about when I was a kid.

Four years into his marriage, he's falling and rising; he's moving on with life however. So I discovered that six years since he broke up with me, I remain stagnant. 
I've allowed hatred birthed from bitterness to cease my existence even while
I breathe.

I missed on on life benevolence. I've destroyed myself. It's late now, but no.

I will heal myself with love, love me and see it radiate out of me. I am born again."

© FERT, 2015

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