His instant replies, his compliments, how he showed interest in getting to know me, how he tried making me laugh and the fact that he knew his limitations made me fall for him.

What the hell am I thinking?What if he is a casanova guy? Why Martin?I was puzzled with questions . I was on the horns of a dilemma not sure whether to tell him how I felt or to keep it to myself. The fact that we had not yet met made me not to tell him about it.

It took me two weeks to realize I loved him too much. My heart leapt for joy each time he texted because I know even though it was just few words, I crossed his mind. Everytime his messages popped on my screen, banana smiles were printed on my face. My eyes shone with delight everytime I looked at the pictures on his instagram page.

He started visiting me in my dreams. I was never a morning person until I began having a thing for him. Everyday I woke up early hoping he would see he is the first person I thought about when my day started. Our chats got interesting as days passed with hope it would be that way till infinity.

Finally, Martin planned a meet up with me. It was more of visiting him in his crib. I started building castles in the air. I figured it was a good idea to tell him how I felt on that day.

On the night before the meet up, my heart palpitated anxiously as I waited to meet Martin, the guy I fell for online. I barely slept because of the excitement.

The D-day finally arrived.The day seemed promising with the birds chirping in their worry-free world. He sent me his location as soon as he got up. I wasted no time. I dashed to shower, wore my Sunday best clothes and left for Martin’s crib. For sure, I dressed to impress. I wanted my first impression to be spectaculous.

I reached my destination safe and sound. Martin came for me at the stage.I could tell he was extremely excited to see me.So was I. We got to his house,took the tantalizing meal he prepared and a few drinks then decided to watch a movie.

It was only half an hour of watching that I remembered I had a mission of telling Martin how I felt. My stomach was filled with butterflies. I gathered courage and let the cat out of the basket. He was in a quagmire. He was shocked beyond words from the way I looked at how he reacted.

What fell on my two ears was unbelievable. It took me some time to digest what I had heard and relate it to reality. The calm atmosphere was broken when he said, “I have a child and a wife in the countryside. ” Searing pain cut through my body. He held me by my shoulder and tried to apologize. His efforts were in vain. I quickly grabbed my purse and left his house for the stage. Tears rolled down my eyes. I was out of sorts.

It was not at all Martin’s fault. It was my mistake. I did not get to know much about him. If I had, I would not have fallen for him. Well looking at the bright side, he was not a casanova guy. Martin was loyal and faithful to his family.

No matter how heartbroken, I still think it was childish of me to walk out on Martin despite his honesty..Up to now, I am nursing a heartbreak brought about by my own self.It is an ordeal that I will live to remember with regrets.

This life is what you make it🙇‍♀️