Ambivalent love: Mr vybs' highschool love suffering story|Street Magazine

Mr vybs

Street Magazine

Regrets of falling in love, tarnishing my name in the word of love, I looked left right, the world was too small to accommodate me. My girlfriend softly asked me, “do you still love me?”. I was too low to utter even a single word in front of her friend Dian who thought I was dating her as well and fellow students in the hostel. I got my plate with a low of appetite, continued to eat and muted ears.

The talk continued and I felt it was beyond my control. My friends who battled me out from my girlfriend started alarming pinning me of prostituting around every girl and my girlfriend was like it’s over. Her friend Dian who I actually crushed on also stood by her two legs and said, “Don’t talk to me again” in a barking pretence voice. I was finished thou stood like an “I don’t care dude” amidst sharp voices and said, “It’s not about who knows the truth and lies” out of shyness I alarmed “Whoever I proposed to be my girlfriend is the right. If one is posing herself to be mine, I am not interested”. I added in a shy defensive way.

Earlier last night, in the evening reading session prep my girlfriends’ friend and dealer Dian came to me and posed greetings from my girlfriend. I felt she wouldn’t have sent a friend but came herself. Dian had for a number of times reached me, greeting me and showing responsibility than even my girlfriend. I mistakenly told her that I liked her ways and loved her in particular. We literally had some romance in absence of my girlfriend and few classmates who saw us massage each other took the facts to the girlfriend. She felt angry with me.

 Dian in defense told her that i said we were no longer in love as she wanted to take over. I couldn’t get to my real senses in the morning when we met in the dining for breakfast, but she couldn’t smile for me like she used to do before. No greeting at all and the looks were strange like the wild night voices. I even called her to pick a doughnut but she was just loveless and hurt. 

At break time, I sent written messages and the reply was a drop of a tear.  My friends told me that she needed not even to hear that i existed.

A girl who gave me peace, who felts that poor me deserved gifts and bought them, a girl who acted like we were married was sliding out of my arms.

I couldn’t tolerate more hurting words. I moved out of noise carelessly like an innocent toddler. My life was left to live isolated.