Story: DEATH TO OUR FRIENDSHIP! Written by Josh Eagles TrendyVoice

10 June 2016

Story: DEATH TO OUR FRIENDSHIP! Written by Josh Eagles




Anyone who has been in a conventional boy-girl
relationship knows what this is. I do too because I
have experienced it once and it was though not as
dramatic as you'd see in the movies, it had its bit of
drama.
It was my first day at school and somehow my only
girlfriend was admitted into the same institution.
Before resumption, she always saw that as an
extremely great thing, while I secretly dreaded the
impending adventure. We managed to last a day.
Day one was full of drama. ''how come you know all
those girls?'', ''why didn't you introduce me as your
girlfriend?'' and funny questions like that were the
order of the day. Besides that though, I could sense
her reluctance to want to keep on with the
relationship. This ''sense'' was purely intuitive. I get
to know in advance when a really close friend or
girlfriend is considering our relationship –
sometimes even before the person is absolutely
conscious of that.

On day 2 of resumption, I took my Love out. We were
always going to do that, because she had helped
with my registration the previous day and we
needed to take our breather off all the stress of day
one. As soon as we sat down, I opened up as I was
and still used to in situations like that. '' Tobi, you
want a break from this relationship don't you?''. She
was silent for a long while, then eventually asked,
''How can you ask that kind of question?''. I gave the
most sincere answer I knew. 'Because, sub-
consciously that's what you want. May be you have
not really accepted that… Have you put this
relationship into some mental tests recently?''. She
finally admitted the fact that a lot was bothering her
about ''us'', while I offered my understanding. She
stated she did not want a break-up. She wanted
something else which I helped to call a ''break''. I
was smart enough to know no sane girl would leave
her boyfriend in that situation under any guise
whatsoever. I sold her the dummy of a break and
she grabbed it. It was for me a break-up. We both
managed to eat, while I crossed the road to my
house to collect the stuffs I had bought for her from
home.


A few things happened that are not important
to this text but the bottom line is this; we both sat
to review ourselves and agreed we were better off
separated for a while. We still kept our innermost
thoughts to ourselves e.g. I considered us
completely separated, while at this time she knew
something I did not know.
Unfortunately for our plan, I was not the one to stay
without a lady – to think that that is my default
mode now eh? I was on to the next one by the next
time we met and she did not like it at all. She invited
me and I told her I was still open to her, also stating
the fact that whoever she sees with me was only
warming her space.

This was said more from the
position of respect than that of the truth. Every one
from then was introduced as a friend not just to my
Ex-Boo but to any amebo who bothered to ask. It
was out of respect to her and that eventually formed
the way I decided to deal with relationships from
then. Everyone became just a friend and nothing
more. No more exclusivity, a state this person was
getting into had we not stopped. She refused to
reason with my position. We broke-up! I wanted a
peaceful thing but she wanted to spit and she did. I
took it all in and we kept a weird arrangement until
she changed schools the following semester.
I thought that was the end of us as it was until she
finally admitted to me that what had happened had
nothing to do with me. She later explained that she
was getting distracted by a working class dude and
she was lost in-between her supposed love for me
and her security. That is what was left unsaid when
we agreed on a break.


I had to thank her for finally
voicing the truth but I told her it would be absolutely
impossible to get it on again – except it was going to
be based on deception or just plain fun. She parried
the deception but did not see anything wrong with
the fun part.
This good friend of mine is now married and still
complains about me – that I don't call her. She is 24
but she always needs me to remind her that she is a
married woman. Taken and consecrated unto
another man. I will never consider taking a married
woman to bed no matter the connection or excuse.
Never! It has nothing to do with her husband or even
herself; it has everything to do with me. I can't.

These things get to come around. I have been
thinking seriously. Only one thing could result from
Tobi's insistence on keeping her doors open for me.
It is not enough for me to delete her number from
my phone because I know her numbers off-hand
anyways. I can't change my digits because of that
because that would cost too much and by this I don't
mean cash. I'd never tell Tobi off. I can't, but
something has to give. What it is is what I can't
place my mind on right now. Why do women always
want to have their way? I hear it's a man's world but
the last time I checked, I only saw a woman on the
driver's seat.

I have a choice though – to get on and get driven to
what would be my death or to pull the plug on my
friendship with Tobi. Some people lead us only to
one destination and sometimes it could be to
destruction. The choice seems simple enough; death
to our friendship or death to my values. Death is the
last word on this. Death!




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