I don’t think anyone can understand the kind of pain I lived with unless they have been in my shoes. For five long years, I watched the woman I loved slip through my fingers again and again.Her name is Miriam. We met in campus and from the first day I laid eyes on her, I knew she was the one.
She was warm, beautiful, and full of life. I treated her like a queen even before we were anything serious. But no matter how much I loved her, she never chose me.Instead, I became the “safe friend” the man who picked her up when she cried over other men, the one who paid her rent.To read more,click here
