There are girls and there are girls. Or I should say, there are women and there are women. For not all women are alike. Some are good while some are bad. Some are there to shorten men’s life-span, while some are not. I know of a woman who after signing a divorce note without a cause made her husband to commit suicide. Pity him.

I have never seen anyone so pretty as the girl in my college. No. Not in my life. No girl can compare with her. Very intelligent. Modest in her dressing. Having the look of an innocent girl who has never known any evil. Maybe I should call her an “angel,” but I know angels do not fall down to date men on earth. It has never happened in history and would not happen in the future. Not because men are evil, but because the world is corrupt. I would have loved to date an angel that would prolong my life-span. But I wonder if angels still walk to tread on earth.

Her character radiates the look of a good future house-wife. She is a girl every man would like to date. I’ve never thought it for once that I would like to date a girl at my early age.

Shy. Confused. That is exactly the way I felt each time I asked her to come and see me. And each time, I blame myself after she leaves my room in the hostel. I never know how to tell her that I love her. I ask myself a question so as to delay my approach for her. What if she has a guy dating her? What will be her response to me? And if not, I should be fast getting her. For I know what pride it will be if she eventually becomes mine.

My stay in the college would have ended up my life—cultists and lecturers were desperate to have her. But thank God, I did not die!

My heart sang for joy when she said “yes” to my proposal. I felt like giving her a hug and a kiss to express my joy to her. In fact it was my happiest day. At the moment I felt the world has come to my feet.

I stand, staring at her with a great passion. The hope came that one day we would still get married. Oh what a great dream! For that is what I’ve always wanted as a young man. To get a girl that will make me feel proud. They call us best couples on campus. Everyone envies us. We always have fabulous time together. Taking good care of each other. She is a girl I would say, I really enjoyed a relationship with. We hanged out most of the time. In fact, it was fun and romantic. If every relationship would be like that, then there will be no need for separation and divorce. I hate those words. I wish I could have those words erased out of my dictionary.

It is not as easy as I thought, to disclose it to my parents. Even relatives. Everyone advised me to be careful in the relationship. Especially my mom who never wanted anyone to hurt my

Did the relationship last? No. Only for a short period. Not even up to a year. We began to have problems and misunderstandings with each other. I couldn’t understand her anymore. Her speech and her character changed. And she started dressing like a woman of easy virtue. Her beauty began to wither away like the petals of a flower whose stems and roots couldn’t absorb water and nutrients from the soil anymore. Everyone complained of her. And I tried each time to caution and advise her, but she wouldn’t listen. Her stubbornness become worse. One thing I could remember she says is: “This is me. This is my nature.”

Forty-eight hours after regaining my consciousness from an accident that almost took away my life; I visited her again with a friend who decided to accompany me to the campus. Seeing me leaping my leg like a disabled fellow, she never asked what was wrong with me.

I felt the pains within me. Tears rushed out shamelessly from my eyes like a-day-old child who was denied breast feeding by his mother. Hoping that she was going to reverse her decision of quitting the relationship, she looked into my eyeballs, stretched her right hand and handed me something. But behold, it was a ring—the engagement ring that I had earlier given to her—that I saw in my palm. Not knowing what to say, I dried up the tears from my eyes. She looked at me again as one without feelings at all, telling me, “it is over.” I close my eyes for a few seconds, thinking of what to say before she leaves. But before long, she was gone Walking majestically. Like an innocent baby.

Love. I’ve known what it is. Maybe disguise. Or a game of chance. I don’t want to play games with it. I’m scared to love another, because it almost ruined my life. I don’t want to meet another lady that would ruin my life, but one that would support me and take good care of me as my mother does. And one that will be like an “angel” to me. One that will take me for who I am and not for what I am not. One that will look straight into my eyes and tell me she loves me too after I might have said same to her. I need a girl that will walk side by side with me and not be ashamed. One that when I’ll look into her eyes would bring peace to my soul. One that will live in peace and harmony with me when I get married to her. One that will lengthen my life-span. One that will take me up when I’m down. One that will nurse me when I’m sick.

For I do not want a girl that will think of separation or divorce when little things go wrong. Like the girl in my college. No. I do not want her.

DD Phil is a romance writer. His book titled “How to Marry your Spouse” is coming soon.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
DD Phil is a romance writer. His book titled “How to Marry your Spouse” is coming soon.