Amaka was never one for grand gestures. She preferred the small, subtle things—the morning breeze that swept through her window, the quiet hum of the city outside, and the gentle warmth of his hand in hers. It was always the little things that made her love him more each day.…..For More READ THE FULL ARTICLE HERE ▶▶
Thank you for reading this post, don't forget to subscribe!Ikenna was different, though. He believed in surprises, in sweeping her off her feet with things she never expected. Their relationship had always been a delicate balance between the quiet and the loud, the predictable and the unpredictable. They were opposites in many ways, but that’s what made their love so real. It was imperfect, but it was theirs.
The day everything changed was no different from any other. Amaka had woken up to a cup of tea by her bedside—a simple act that Ikenna had done every morning for the last five years. She smiled to herself, thinking how lucky she was to have someone who loved her in all her quiet ways.
But as the day unfolded, something felt off. Ikenna had been distant, his usual playful banter replaced by silence. Amaka tried to brush it off, telling herself he was just tired from work. But deep down, a sense of unease began to settle in her chest.
That evening, as they sat together on the couch, Ikenna finally spoke.
“Amaka, there’s something I need to tell you.”
His voice was steady, but she could sense the tremor beneath it. Her heart began to race. She had never seen him like this before—so serious, so… afraid.
“I’ve been offered a job,” he continued, his eyes avoiding hers. “But it’s in New York. I’ll have to move there… for at least two years.”
The words hung in the air like a weight, pressing down on her. She felt her throat tighten as she tried to process what he had just said.
Two years. Two years without him by her side, without his presence to ground her, to remind her that she wasn’t alone in this world. It felt like an eternity.
“Two years?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Ikenna, that’s… that’s a long time.”
He finally looked at her, and she saw the pain in his eyes. “I know,” he said softly. “But it’s a huge opportunity for me, Amaka. I can’t turn it down.”
She wanted to tell him to stay, to beg him not to leave. But she knew she couldn’t do that. This was his dream, and she had always promised to support him, no matter what. Still, the thought of being apart tore at her.
“How do we… how do we make this work?” she asked, tears brimming in her eyes.
He reached out and took her hand, his grip firm and reassuring. “We’ll make it work,” he said. “We always do.”
But deep down, Amaka wasn’t so sure. They had faced challenges before, but this… this felt different. This felt like a test of their love in ways she wasn’t prepared for.
The days leading up to his departure were a blur of emotions—moments of laughter tinged with sadness, stolen glances that spoke volumes, and quiet nights spent holding each other close. Neither of them wanted to say goodbye, but the day eventually came.
Standing at the airport, Amaka felt a wave of panic wash over her as Ikenna hugged her one last time. She clung to him, desperate to hold on for just a little longer.
“I love you,” he whispered in her ear, his voice thick with emotion. “No matter where I am, I’ll always love you.”
She nodded, unable to speak as tears streamed down her face. And then, just like that, he was gone.
For the first few weeks, they kept in touch every day. They would video call, text, and share their lives as best as they could from opposite sides of the world. But as time went on, the calls became less frequent, the texts shorter, the distance between them growing in more ways than one.
Amaka tried to stay busy, throwing herself into work and spending time with friends. But no matter what she did, she couldn’t shake the emptiness that lingered in her heart. She missed him—missed the way he made her laugh, the way he held her when she was feeling down, the way he loved her in all her quiet ways.
Months passed, and one day, as she was scrolling through her phone, she saw a message from Ikenna that made her heart stop.
“I need to talk to you. It’s important.”
Her fingers trembled as she typed out a reply, her mind racing with possibilities. What could it be? Was he coming back? Did he have news about the job? Or… was it something else?
They arranged a call for that evening, and as she waited for his face to appear on the screen, her anxiety grew.
When the call connected, she immediately noticed something different about him. His usually bright eyes looked tired, his smile forced.
“Amaka,” he began, taking a deep breath. “I’ve met someone.”
The words hit her like a punch to the gut. She stared at him in disbelief, unable to comprehend what he had just said.
“You… you met someone?” she echoed, her voice shaking.
He nodded, his expression pained. “It wasn’t intentional. I didn’t plan for this to happen. But… things have changed, Amaka. I’m so sorry.”
The room seemed to spin around her as she tried to process his words. The man she had loved for so long, the man she had believed in, had found someone else. It was a betrayal she never saw coming.
“I don’t understand,” she whispered, tears streaming down her face. “I thought we were making this work.”
“I thought so too,” he admitted, his voice breaking. “But being apart… it changed things for me. I didn’t want to hurt you, Amaka. But I can’t lie to you either.”
The pain was unbearable, like a knife twisting in her chest. She wanted to scream, to yell at him for breaking her heart. But all she could do was cry, the weight of his words crushing her.
After what felt like an eternity, he finally said goodbye, and the screen went dark. Amaka was left sitting alone in her empty apartment, the silence deafening.
Days turned into weeks, and slowly, she began to pick up the pieces of her shattered heart. It wasn’t easy, and there were moments when the pain felt like too much to bear. But she knew she had to keep going.
And then, one day, she received a letter in the mail. It was from Ikenna.
Her hands trembled as she opened it, unsure of what to expect. Inside was a single sheet of paper with a short note.
“Amaka, I don’t know if you’ll ever forgive me for what happened, but I need you to know that I’ll always love you. You were my first love, and that will never change. I’m so sorry for the pain I caused you. I hope one day you’ll find it in your heart to move on and find happiness again. With all my love, Ikenna.”
She stared at the words, her heart heavy with a mixture of sadness and longing. Part of her wanted to tear the letter to pieces, to erase him from her life entirely. But another part of her couldn’t let go of the love they had once shared.
She folded the letter carefully and placed it in a drawer, where it would stay—a reminder of a love that was both beautiful and heartbreaking.
As she closed the drawer, she couldn’t help but wonder: Would she ever be able to move on? Or would the memory of Ikenna linger in her heart forever?
How would you respond if you were Amaka? Could you forgive someone who betrayed your trust, or is love never the same after such a heartbreak? Let me know in the comments.…..For More READ THE FULL ARTICLE HERE ▶▶
