I've been caught up in the middle of a crisis that would have been prevented before it even started, and I need your advice on how to find my way out of it.

My name is Tolu, Biola is my friend, one that Nigerians called "Tight Friend," but I'm on the verge of losing this friend, is it my fault?

Read on.

Exactly 2 months ago, I came back from work to meet my friend Biola on phone with someone. The smiles and giggling going on wasn't that of a conversation between two normal individuals.

I waited till she was done to ask her if I had a wedding to plan because that call was definitely one that was common between two love birds.

Before I could ask her if he was the one, she has already downloaded everything to me, even showing me their pictures together too. However, I was worried. My friend was in love with someone who was just trying to be a friend to her.

"Has this guy asked you out, like has he told you that he wants a relationship with you?" I asked her with all seriousness.

"You're such a joy killer, Bebe." Biola flared up at me. "He may not say it but I know, I mean how then do you explain the night calls, lunch and gifts?" She asked me.

"Girlfriend, I'm just looking out for you. A guy may do all those things and not love you. Besides that's how David did or haven't you learned the need to define relationship before doing what's not expected, you..." Before I could conclude, she hissed and left me in the room murmuring.

Biola avoided me for a while week. I tried everything possible to make my friend see reason but no, she wouldn't bulge. So I left her. It was during those period that I took it upon myself to investigate Henry, the guy that was causing this rift between two best friends. And what I found out was the usual amongst men.

I couldn't bring myself to tell my friend because I knew it wouldn't end well so I had to trick her to seeing the truth for herself...and that didn't end well.

Henry was married with 2 kids, that was what I found out, and my friend didn't take it lightly. I came home to see Biola in a pool of her blood as a result of a slit on her wrist with a suicide note beside her two days after the findings about Henry.

Thank God for her thin body, I was able to rush her to the hospital...she survived it, but never psychologically.

Tell me, audience 
Was my approach in reveling who Henry was right?

After answering my question here's what I have for you.

Ladies and gentlemen, before you begin to nurse feeling for someone, please be sure that the person is doing same for you.

Define your relationship, don't live in assumption.

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