forever + 1day

Forever + 1 day


Adaugo Nwankwo was the first and only daughter of a well-known politician. She had expensive things, spent money extravagantly, and she was very authoritative. We were not friends but were not enemies either. Obi was attracted to her and no one could blame him. She had a nice slim waist and the kind of backside that boys drool over. She had him wrapped around her little finger; he would do anything she wanted for the asking except if it had to do with me. On different occasions she asked him to stop walking me to the hostel, or spending what she called “too much time” with me. In spite of all the pressure she put on him, he paid her no mind.

I deeply appreciated his loyalty to me but this caused fights with him and his new girl. I saw how much she despised me from the hatred I saw in her eyes whenever she looked at me. Obi tried his best to get us to be friends but we could not agree on anything. I felt bad for him and tried to make things easier so that he would not have to be put in a position where he had to choose between his best friend and his girlfriend.

I learned slowly to live without seeing so much of my best friend anymore. I tried to hide my disappointment whenever I was around him because those times were precious to me and I didn’t want them to be wasted. Even his mother whom I was very close to noticed the strain on our relationship but each time she confronted us, we just denied anything was wrong.

When I couldn’t take it anymore I decided to be honest with Obi and tell him exactly how I felt. I had never had a boyfriend or been in a position where I had to explain my feelings to boy before in my life.

“Obi I need to talk to you about something, it’s really urgent.”

“Yeah, I need to talk to you about something too. Meet me at the swimming pool area after the last bell.”

I was surprised but apprehensive at the same time. I could not help but wonder what he wanted to talk to me about. Had Adaugo finally gotten to him and made him choose her over me? Was he tired of having to stick up for me? What could be so important to him that he chose to talk about it by the pool which was our favorite spot to hang out?

After the last bell rung, I hurried to meet Obi and to my surprise he was already there pacing.

“I need to say something,” we both said at the same time.

“Ok you go first,” we said in unison once again, and then we started laughing.

After we regained our composure he said, “Nkem there’s something I should have told you long ago but I need to get it off my chest now.”

“Me too,” I replied. I had the feeling that just maybe he was feeling the same way that I was.

“I don’t know how to say it,” he continued. “Me either,” I replied again.

“Ok this is what we would do. You write yours on a piece of paper and I would do the same. Don’t read it till you get to your hostel and tear after reading.”

Obioma’s suggestion sounded good to me because I did not know how he would react to what I wanted to say and I didn’t want to break down in front of him if what he had to say would hurt me further.

We both scribbled on our little pieces of paper and handed them to each other. I could not look him directly in his face knowing that I had just poured out my feeling to him and scared that they would not be returned. I took the piece of paper he gave me and I held it tight like my life depended on it. I can’t remember what we talked about on our way down to the hostel, all I could think about was that piece of paper.

As soon as I got to my room, I went to a corner and sat on the floor to read Obi’s note preparing myself for the worst. What I saw warmed me from inside out. I was blushing like a little girl and nothing that happened at that moment could wipe that grin off my face. The note read:

I have loved you since we were in JSS1 but you made it clear that you only wanted to be a friend and I did not want to mess it up but I love you more than I can explain and I wish we can be more than best friends.

Everything was right in the world at that time. As if he knew I had just read his note, Obi sent me a text message, “I love you too.” I felt like crying, I felt like dancing on the moon. After that day Obioma Nwokocha was not just Obi to me, he had become Obim – My heart. That was the first day I broke a promise to Obioma, I did not tear that little piece of paper like he had asked, I kept it in my diary and the words on that note were inscribed on my heart forever. I was in love with my best friend.


(To be continued)

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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