A Trust Never Regained

    Trust is one of the most important  and fundamental elements in a relationship. I never understood the word "trust" until I fell in love. Looking back to the wonderful moments we had together, the days we spent hours watching movies , laughing at comedies, travelling together to so many places and visiting one another in our various hometowns was a sight to behold. I could remember the first kiss we had together in his apartment, he screwed my lips gently like a fresh orange, his tongue intertwined with mine in a rhythmic pattern and I felt a cold chill ran down my spine  marr "Lanre was indeed a great kisser and a romantic actor" and that night we had a nice exercise which was expected to be done by married couples . Our friends got jealous and tried many times to separate us but they failed.
   Now, I know I had lost the opportunity of being a loyal lover to him. I had broken the trust I built with hard labour and I kept repeating the statement I hate to hear from people *Had I known*.  The anger he felt towards me now, was one he displayed physically and emotionally. He no longer talks to me, he ignores every calls indicated with my name and he never wanted to see or have anything to do with me again. For days, I couldn't concentrate on my studies, I felt withdrawn from my friends and social activities in school. I no longer looked like the pretty, happy Tiwa who was in love with one of the most handsome students in the school. One of my closest friend knew  there was something wrong with me. She couldn't figure out what it might be and so she confronted me one particular day. She met me sitting alone at the school love garden, a place where lovers have a tryst.
     "Tiwa, why are you sitting here alone? What's wrong girl? " Amope asked. She found a seat beside me, dropped her school bag and stared at me gloomily. I knew she felt my pain. I fumbled with my fingers, tears flew freely down my eyes and I didn't care to stop them. I needed to ease myself from the emotional trauma eating my heart presently.
     "Amope..." I said. I was amazed at the intense vibration in my voice. My throat felt dried and my stomach churned, not for food but for the thought of how shocked Amope  would be to hear the secret I kept from her and as well as Lanre.
     "He left me..." I said, while I avoided her gaze.
     "Who left you?" She asked not ready to believe who she knew I could actually refer to.
    "Lanre left me... He found out from someone that he got me pregnant and I had committed an ab*rtion. He claimed I killed his baby and hid it from him. He...he called me a murderer Amope...he hates me now, he called me a betrayer. And I did it for our sake, I wanted to protect him and I from public shame, and I wanted to ...to...protect my career. I'm not just ready for that baby". I sobbed uncontrollably and surprisedly instead of Amope to console me, she picked up her bag and walked away without uttering a single word. How I continued my life and how I was able to cope with Lanre and Amope in the school was a story to be told in the next decade.

 By: WAHAB RIANAT