I had been friends with Seun for as long as i could remember. All my happy memories had her face etched in them…and her so enchanting smile. Her simplicity was admired by many and her beauty, an irresistible magnet. Of course, i was glad to be her best friend (written and oral testaments to that), but my 15year old mind could not conceive life without her. Second year in university, after 11years of friendship, and a little friend zoning, we both could not deny the love growing within us, with its roots deep down in our hearts. Dating her seemed like the perfect thing i had been waiting for all my life.
Two years into dating, the differences that endeared her to me as a best friend became stumbling blocks to our upgraded relationship. I could barely tolerate most of her actions and reactions. I could also sense that she could not understand why i seemed different from the Tope she knew in the previous years. Finally, I told Seun that i could not go on with the relationship. She seemed relieved at my announcement and even smiled… a tired smile.
Believe me, the next minute after our break-up heralded that awkward post-break up phase. I did not know whether to hold her hand as we used to (both pre and intra dating) or walk her to her room or hug her. I was confused. Neither of us cheated or did anything close to unforgivable, so, there was no anger or resentment. Maybe hurt and sadness, but nothing more. Yet, i could not decipher what next to do with this lady ( best friend. Girlfriend. Ex girlfriend. ???)
We parted with a handshake.
Whichever the dude is comfortable with. However, I think friendship’s best