The sky was blue that day, the sort of blue that brings peace and calm to the mind, the one that makes it seem like everything was right with the world, that exact one. It was the perfect moment to find out what was going on in the world, so she picked her phone to check her socials. After having a few laughs, she decided to check her DM, it was funny, because she doesn't do that, all she does is scroll the twitter page and leave the app. But maybe it was a good thing she did, because lying in her DM was a message.

“Hi, good morning. To be real with you I came across you in a comment section and just got thrilled to dm you. I hope your dm is not a slippery floor though. I am David, and I am extending a friendship hand,” the message reads and it has been lying in her DM for what? Four days before she saw it. To be honest, she would always ignore messages in her DM, but maybe it was the perfect English this came with or the politeness, she didn't know, she just knew she felt an invisible string pulling her and she actually replied the message, she tried to check for the face behind it, but it was blank, it's one of those people who never put their pictures in their media, the ghosts.

Ghost or no ghost, he was polite enough to warrant a reply, so she replied, and he replied and she replied again, they kept replying and she didn't even know it, but she was falling for him and he was falling for her? I think that could be disputed much later. And although she couldn't see him because of the distance, her life was beginning to revolve around him, she was beginning to think “Let me sleep, so I can wake up in time to talk to him, let me go out and come back early so I can get back in time to talk to him. Let me not do something like this, it would make him feel somehow.” Maybe it's love, maybe it's foolishness, I'm not here to judge that, but it certainly makes her feel like she was placed on top of the world, watered, and blooming with beautiful petals.

It was really sweet, she could have sworn it was her future, beautiful, bright, shining like a diamond does, filling her with the adrenaline, she glowed differently, her usually wrinkled eyes was as smooth as a baby's skin and it melts like butter, it was literally written on her face, the word Love.

And then, you do not want to talk about the first time, it's really not needed, there's no point, yeah. But then the second time, maybe a while before then, she had to question if it was just her who was in love? Maybe she was the one who fell. Regardless, during that period, while at work, she had a client, his name was David Mayode (Her baby was David Mayokun), and he was also soft spoken. No, she didn't fall in love with him, he just made her remember her David, because, well, he was almost bearing two of his name and if he was a bit taller and lighter, they could have passed for twins, and she was extraordinarily nice to the man who would never have known why the service provider was especially nice to him. But it wasn't about this new David, because she didn't do it for him. No, she was thinking of her David all the while.

And then the second time came, and until then, she'd never had guessed people weren't joking when they talked about how crazy being heartbroken was. She felt the light puffed out, misery enveloping her in darkness, she wanted to hold on to her life, but she couldn't, not for lack of trying, but because she did not know how to, her tears could fill a tank, and that's not even because she wants to cry, she just couldn't help it. You know how you keep on living after something like that? You do not. She could feel herself at the edge of the hole, she didn't want to fall in, but she had no control over what she wanted, the hole wanted her in and so she had to go in.

Miracles do happen anyway, because he was in her face again and against her will? No, she didn't even fight it, she was back in his arms and he was back in her life. Foolish girl, because she should have known, if only she wasn't so excited, she should have known he stopped loving her long before then. Anyway, it's the third time and maybe she knows better or maybe not, she can't say. But she did know that she would have done anything for him, with him. She did know that, maybe he knows how to think only of himself, while she knows how to think of them both, maybe him more than herself.

She can't really fight her heart, no matter how bad she wants to hurry her heart along and make it forget him, it doesn't seem to work, her heart is fixated on him. Sometimes she wondered if it would have been better if she never saw that first text, but then she'd never experience those moments of laughter, jokes, teasing and yeah, it would have taken a long time for her to experience what it means to want someone so dearly, you'd sacrifice almost anything for them. And you know, no kind of heartbreak, no matter how strong, is enough to erase that memory. So yeah, she'd choose to reply to that first message over and over again, as many times as possible.

And now, even if her heart literally says otherwise, she knows she has to choose herself, so she'd really ride this heartbreak and this time, she will really let him go. Yeah, especially because the only one in love is her. Yeah, that's what she said to herself. “I will let you go.”