I told you I ain't sh*t! Believe that.

I met this girl and she was sorta special too.

'Too' because--If I get a naira for each time I am called special or talented, I should sit next to Gates or Buffet having an Expensive brunch in some Billionaire's conference--talking about charity! Well I didn't get a paper so. . .

Talent only shows one off, it doesn't grow food on one's table especially when its not properly cultivated. I was a total jerk. I had let--how special I was perceived--get into my head. 

She was completely smarter than me; since we mostly chatted via WhatsApp, I had my dictionary always active. She used words I'd never heard before and even if I had and knew the words, I still rechecked their meanings. 

Sometimes, I think I'm very sapiosexual. I mean Im more attracted to intelligence. 

Our conversations were frictional however, since I had to keep the dictionary on. She divulged quite a lot about her: hobbies, her nucleated family etc. . . so I felt a relationship could happen. 

I was in my finals in The University when I saw her. She wore this 'Ghana Esiki' or at least I know it as. She had an exam later that day and she wanted a quiet space to revise. 

Fate is a word We have created to   exonerate ourselves from being laden.

It was fate that brought her to me I believed. 

I excused myself from The Departmental studio that day and I saw this Angel walking towards me. Well I dont know if she would meet your criteria of being an Angel but anyway. . . I thought she was One.

She was actually walking like a boy and she'd dressed like one. 

She asked if she could read in the studio and I said 'YES' even though a slip that'd stated--The abstention of anyone who wasn't in our level and Department--was resting on the finely-polished wooden door of the studio. 

It's true when they say 'You hardly think laterally when you're in love.'

I choose to believe that my belief in Fate's Existence had messed me up. Fate eases one's present state only. It's like handling an inhaler to a patient in an asthma attack. Fate can be rerouted.

Everything was really going on fine between us and she had to confess that I was intelligent; although my Dictionary had deserved the praise, I admitted to her that I knew. I thought she liked me well enough then to have said such so I started feeling too important or perhaps I could be the most important human in her life aside her Mom of course and a little brother and she had mentioned she Liked so much. 

Before I sent in every texts, I rescanned several minutes, flipping errors in every line. 

'You're intelligent' I kept imagining how godly she'd portrayed me. I had to levitate too since I was skied but unfortunately, I'd overdone that. I'd upheaved too aloft I'd ejected from her glance. 

I thought being my lover meant showing up whenever I needed You. I believed that She compulsorily had to reply every one of my texts within milliseconds. She stopped replying my messages on WhatsApp because she was busy but I neglected that. I wanted to own her. I didn't realize that Love isn't supposed to quench the fire in your partner's belly but to ignite their fervor; ensuring they get better at whatever they do. I was blatantly naive. 

I was mistaken and I'd painfully learnt. The next bricks I set apart to building my next relationship will be baked with patience, understanding and not being too ostentatious. I hope to get Her back but Till then, I'm screaming 'I ain't sh*t!'