We had been friends for 8 years. He was there right from the time of Henry but I wouldn’t give him a chance. He didn’t like it. He asked me why I treated him the way I did and honestly I had no answer.
He had to deal with being the president of the friend zone ministry. I tried brother zoning but every guy dreads that place – including him.
After about a year, he got a girlfriend. They were happy and fulfilled and I was happy for them too. I really didn’t pay attention to what existed between them because, in my mind, it had been established.
He eventually went his path living his life and I was living mine. But somehow, after 6 years, he resurfaced. We knew we had a thing for each other or so we thought.
Commiting was a huge and we didn’t rush it.
He was all lovey dovey. We saw movies together, laughed and played together, hung out together and even did business together. He was such a nice guy.
I wasn’t surprised when he ran back to me with news of breakup with his girlfriend. This shattered him. He really wanted his girlfriend back. I wish I could help him. But little by little, he learnt to move on.
After a few months, he started making advances. It wasn’t something I wanted because I knew he had to recover. I just didn’t know he needed more time.
I gave him much more time to get over all the drama and he came back saying he was fine. A part of me was happy. 8 years of friendship and 8 years of trying to be a couple.
The moment we started seeing each other was the highest point of it all. It was beautiful. Once again, I had fallen. Again.
But it was trap.
He complained about almost everything and I kept wondering why the upgraded version of our friendship was faulty. I mean upgrade meant updates that had been worked on. But no!
Version 1.0 was reinstalled. I saw those sides I had never seen before. I knew I was hurt but I needed to keep my head straight to get to the foundation of this matter.
That’s where my investigation started.