I have witnessed events which many unfolded before my very eyes. The world is just a tiny place. Things are happening, from my childhood to date, and beholds one needs to be meticulous on how they handle life issues.
As far as I can remember, just as if it happened now because as I am writing currently the event is still stirring on my face, one we could call a flashback.
One steep in sorrow from where I stood to watch, and a few enduring lessons of life I would never forget.
This happened five years ago, that is my early sixteens, I had a childhood friend who was like a brother to me, Godson.
He was in love with a girl called Sandra. It was a University relationship, one that was much serious than the studies, if I am not mistaken, the passion I saw in the friendship.
They dated for as long as we studied for that four years in the r university.
No, they were destined to be together, so much that I used to even envy the bond, because of their understanding for each other.
They both were not violent or cruel to each other, no doubt Sandra belongs to Godson and that was it. Love has it own issues and life events to unfold, some planned and some unplanned.
As the year keeps counting and clocks keeps ticking, I began to observe changes in both attitudes. Each grew hatred—for one another. The distance became so noticeable.
When I asked both the lovers birds, all of a kind of settling both parties, then I realized the falling birds have different life resentments.
They both began to realize this, but never wanted to leave. Even at each other's fault, these and decided to remain together forever. I was convinced that the attached remained exactly as the first few months of that relationship.
But wasn't easy. Sandra confided in me boldly that she's leaving, according to her, that it wasn't easy anymore to stay and eventually, she left after graduating.
Meanwhile, Godson has built his expectations, confidence around the relationship. He was heartbroken, managed to be consoled.
Then I knew better, that there is nothing you can really do to heal a heartbroken person, until he or she decides to be healed.
Godson didn't take it well. Not at all. Little by little, they started making excuses for themselves, leaving some kind of gossip and little liars which began to fall in, from both parties.
They hinted more on each other's integrity before friends, who questioned the breakup, raising some sort of empathy liars that were meant to shame each other. I felt so bad, not knowing at the time or even now, if I would say life hit them so bad.
I had thought they would settle and move on with the relationship. Even though I lost contact with both parties for two years. Well, both of them invested in the relationship for all I know.
And as such, I didn't see the break-up coming. At first, I thought it only happens when one-sided invested. But being that both invested in each other's well-being, makes it so unbelievably as at that age to believe it happened. I didn't see it coming and couldn't have still believed it ended.
They both parted, what I witnessed as firsthand lovers. This event has shaped the way I think and feel about love and lovers. Because at first glance, it looks they got back, but then I could see it wasn't for the love anymore.
At that age because both of them were older than I do, God son was in his twenties while Sandra was in her eighties. I used to believe that love can never break, when both partners, truly invest in each other.
I even looked up them, trading and rooting my passion to build their kind of love. But didn't know it was going to be wasted years of good thing. Maybe if I was told, the story I would have said either was at fault, but nothing, no fights.
Sandra got married so didn't Godson, after seven years of our graduation and I attended all their ceremonies before I actually, left the state, for job hunting.
I know where life has taken them both.
I felt so disappointed, so I decided to end my connections with part, I felt there was nothing to learn from them. People I looked up to, as school father and mother.
I learnt through this event more, and it breathes in me more than my conceived thoughts for love even as I am writing this now.
Mentorship class or even books could not make me feel better about it, and this is one I will hardly forget rushing.