Affairs: The Beginning: Breakup

2011.

The set of stories that followafter this prologue are pure fiction and it shall be written in the firstperson.

Before we get straight into thehappenings of the year, let us go back to where it all started from...

AFFAIRS: The Breakup 

September 3^rd, 2010.

I was seated at the edge of the bed in my onebedroom apartment, listening to the words he was saying but not hearing him.Hopefully, if I zone out for a few minutes like I always do and come back, hewould say that he was just joking. The words would never have been uttered atall and everything would be just fine.

“I think we should just be friends…”

Whatever explanations he had given after that, Icouldn’t recall.  My heart was racing; mypalms went cold and sweaty. I felt as if a part of me had been ripped out, likea glass had shattered in my brain and everything else had ceased to exist. Mymind was pure blackness.

I could see his lips moving but I still couldn’thear a word apart from the ones that kept escaping from my lips.

“No. No. No. Kojo, please. Please. Don’t do this tome. We can fix this”

A part inside of me giggled at how cliché thatstatement was. I was saying them because nothing else was coming to my mind.Tears were not even flowing so I tried to force them out for a little bit of dramaticeffect. Maybe that would move him to stay with me so we could figure out thislittle problem that we had.

He pulled his hands away from my shoulder where hehad placed them earlier before he spoken those deadly words.

“Kojo, wait!” I pulled at him as he got up to leave.“Please, I would do anything. I promised I would never get on my knees and bega man to stay with me but I love you and I need you so I would lay down my prideand do this”

I dropped to the floor on my knees and held hisfeet, praying that the true weight of what is really going on would dawn on meand the tears would flow. Nothing.

He got irritated and commanded me up to my feet in astern voice.

“Don’t you ever do that again in your life, ok?”

He pulled meclose to his chest and hugged me, apologizing for the pain he is causing me andhow he thinks it is what is best for the both of us.

I smelt his perfume. Giorgio Armani. It had been hisfather’s. Kojo was one to take care of his looks, his smell and every other littledetail about his appearance. It was one of the things I loved and admired abouthim.

I loved him. I loved Kojo. We were great togetherbut he is leaving and the reasons why is a story for another day.

He broke away from my embrace and left the room. I saton my bed. Trying to assimilate what had just occurred, to properly understandthe fact that I was now single after being with him for eight months and it wasall over.

I got up and left the apartment to that of myfriend’s, Zara, which was down the corridor. I knocked on her door and I stoodoutside her door like I was in a trance, waiting for her to answer. I heard herkey jingle as she unlocked the door.

She opened it and I stepped inside.

“What happened?” She asked, locking the door andtaking a seat on her sofa. I stood in front of her and muttered those fivewords. Only then, did it really hit me; did the tears begin to flowvoluntarily, did the pain begin to grow and the feeling of loneliness andsadness begin to set in.

“Kojo broke up with me”

I burst into tears and fell into her outstretched armsfilled with pats of comfort.