Story time guyss

So I met this boy. Tall, fine, beards connecting—full package.
He told me, “You’re the only one I talk to.” Me, like mumu, I believed.

At first, it was sweet. Good morning texts, late-night calls, even sent me 1k for airtime. I was already practicing how to say “my man” with that proud, soft voice.

Then one day, just like NEPA, he disappeared.

Three days later, he came back with, “Sorry babe, I was just going through a lot.”
I said okay.
Only for me to see him tagged in another girl’s post:
“Thank you for choosing me every day, my king.”

I nearly fainted.

I confronted him. He said, “She’s just my friend.”
Friend that’s calling you king and posting couple pictures? Even my shadow was confused.

So I left him. Blocked him everywhere—even spiritually. Now he’s sending “Hey” from random numbers like network providers.

As for me, I’ve moved on. Skin clear, heart strong, and I’ve started collecting my talking stage gifts up front.

Dear love, next time, come correct or don’t come at all.