My wonderful T, as I affectionately refer to you
It’s been a pleasure getting to know you. It would be a disservice to the institution of love if I said knowing you were regretful because it wasn’t. It may have been a fleeting memory, but it is one that will live on Fast News gathered.
Was it true that I adored you? Yes, absolutely. I still loved you and was ready to walk you through life’s challenges despite your flaws and vulnerability.
Regardless of the negative impression I had of you, I gave you the opportunity to be yourself.
Despite warnings from top political and corporate friends not to date you, I opened up my heart to you and gave you access to my heart’s sanctuary. It was all about love and nothing else. You had nothing to offer me other than the love and care that a lover is expected to provide.
You gave me a refurbished Hilux on my birthday without a SINGLE car paper, not even the custom paper or receipts showing it was bought and I returned it back to you. It took the intervention of your friend and my friend for me to grudgingly take it back from your house and park in mine.
In our hurts, we do not burn bridges for we will always cross them again. This tenet I have lived with all my life.
Countless times, I complained to our mutual friends about how tired I was due to your heavy smoking and drinking. I made it clear I was going to walk away if it continued yet you never stopped or made effort despite my willingness to stand by you till you gradually stop.
Long before the voice note was released, I ended the relationship. It was no shock then that after I called it quit, you allegedly conspired with a blogger who already reached out to you about the voice note before the breakup to now release it. I’m ready to foot the NDLEA cost to carry out a test on you if you never abused hard smoking and heavy drinking and if found to be false, I will waive my right to trial for one year. This was what broke us up and not an aftermath voice note.