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Story of my life.

My name is Eva-Maria, and this is my story;

Selorm and I had been dating for about three months. He was my "dream guy". Even though I'm only 20, I knew that I loved him. He was the second guy I had dated in my life; but he does not believe me when I tell him so. He says that I'm "too beautiful" to have been with only one man in my entire life. It sounded so unreal to him. But that was the truth. It's not that I hadn't been approached by men or seen men, but I knew that I was young and had my whole life ahead of me, so why rush. I told myself that I would only date when I love. My first boyfriend Collins, was amazing; but not perfect. Even though he was the first to make love to me, he was still very insecure because I was "too beautiful" . He would take my phone and delete all the male names saved in my contact list. He would check my messages and demand answers for anything he found unusual. Initially, I did not have a problem with all that but I had to call off the relationship when I realized he stole all my male contact numbers from my phone and called them. He warned them to stay away from me and even threatened to physically fight them if they attempt calling me again. I mean, who does that? Those contacts were merely course mates, family members and a few aquintances. Collins drove everyone away from me, even my favorite cousins!

That was when I knew I had to end things asap. I had a feeling things would have gotten bloody eventually. I grew to hate him with every part of me. When I told him it was over, he cried and rolled on the floor begging me. It was so remorseful looking at him go through all that, but I had to end it because I could predict where this would have led to. After begging and crying all the time, he eventually stopped calling and coming to my house.

That was when I met Selorm. We had a chat and I realized he was smart... And that was what drew me closer to him. He liked school and also liked to read... Unlike Collins. So I thought he would be the type who would handle things better; Silly me.

Even though I didn't tell him why I ended things with my ex, he also surprisingly began going through my phone. I had no password or pin on my phone. I didn't see why I should. I didn't Know he was going through my messages until he asked me questions about the chats I had had with my friends. I got angry. He reminded me of Collins. We fought numerously about him going through my phone, but he still didn't listen. Anytime I visited he would snatch my phone and open "WhatsApp", then "text message", then "Facebook messenger". Really niga?!. I loved him so I decided to keep the relationship on the condition that I read his messages too. So one evening after class, I went to his room as usual. We hugged and kissed and began watching a movie. He took my phone again, as usual. I asked him where his was... He gave it to me. He had a pattern lock on the the phone. I asked him to open it so that I read his messages too. He said that he wouldn't; and that I was free to read his messages as long as I can draw the pattern which will unlock the phone. I decided to give up and just play around drawing patterns on the screen. Lo and behold, I unlocked the phone without even realizing it. "Yay, I've opened it!" I exclaimed in joy and astonishment.

Hm. Dear readers, I never knew my boyfriend was such an amazing athlete until that day. He tried taking back his phone but I rushed out of the room. He chased me around the entire compound, the corridors and on the stairs; as if we were little children playing. Like a cat and mouse chase. Honestly I thought it was funny, I kept laughing throughout the chase, but he looked very angry and frustrated. Everyone on the compound thought were just having boy-girl fun. So I slowed down and he caught up with me. I gave him his phone without any hesitation. I simply asked him to give me mine. I left his place to mine without saying a word. It's been almost two weeks since the incident and I haven't seen not heard from Selorm. Shm. Hm. Lemi come and be going eh.

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