The next day I saw some of her pictures in abroad, I wasn’t alright I was angry because shes still in my heart, with anger I delete her number, I don’t want to see any pics its like am still in prison.
Few weeks after she landed in America she message me on WhatsApp.
“Hello, who is this?” I ask.
“With 1 you should know its me Joie” she said.
“Okay, hope you are fine” I said.
“Am okay, I tried to message you on Facebook I didn’t see your name, looks like you blocked me”
“Yeah, I had to move on and seeing you all the time keep reminding me of our past” I said.
“Okay good, why don’t you block me here too”
“What do you mean?”
“Block me here too so that you won’t be getting hurt again”
*you broke my heart I should be the one angry not you”
“Whatever, I just want to know how you are doing”
“Why? You don’t care na” I replied.
“You won’t understand”
“Then make me understand” I said.
“I don’t know how”.
“then you are not ready to talk” I said and block her line.