Im
going to take my readers into the first stages of my past 2-year relationship
that started around the month of December 2010 and sadly ended on the 21st
of September 2012.
So
much has happened since I left high school. Just right after my major
examination, SPM (exam before graduating from high school based on the
Malaysian Education System), I received a message and a friend request from a
Nigerian guy. I’ve never encountered with a Nigerian man ever in my life and
that was the first time. Nigerian men were handful at that time. Didn’t know
anything about them at all. I was kind enough to make this guy my friend and
replied his message very politely. His name was Frank Maduakonan ( not his real
name). He liked and commented on my pictures and I told him to stop as I have
lots of family members on my Facebook profile. We eventually talked and had a
very good conversation flow from that day forth.
Three
months passed and we were connected with each other with every other social way
possible. We were video calling on Skype, we chat a lot on yahoo messenger,
Facebook chat and we even exchanged phone numbers. He used to call and text me
vice versa. At that same time, I was going a rough time dealing with my issues
involving my family and stuff. My parents almost got a divorce and things went
haywire with my sisters and me as well. All the stress still adds on as I was
then anxiously waiting for my SPM examination results. He was always there for
me and never failed to cheer me up every time I talked to him. He was there
talking me through all my issues and somehow or rather I wont be so stressed up
about the issues I was facing for sometime. He always knew how to put a smile
on my face and that he never fails to make me feel that he is always going to be
there for me. He was like the best male friend I never had. I could share with him
almost anything that was going on in my life, family, boys and etc. Frank also
made me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. He complimented me every
time I would come on Skype or anytime I posted a picture on Facebook he would
make sure he commented through a text message/Skype chat/ Facebook chat. Since I
told him from the start that he shouldn’t directly comment on my pictures, he
respected it but never failed to be one of the first ones to tell me how
beautiful and gorgeous I look in those pictures. He was the closest to me at that time of my
teenage life.
-to
be continued-
