He didn't leave me for another girl....he left me to become a reverend father

We met in school, like most young people do casually, without warning, without knowing that someday this connection would mean so much… and hurt even more. We were coursemates, just classmates who happened to sit close in class, exchange notes, greet each other in passing, and share glances during lectures.In our first year, he asked me out. I said no.Not because I didn’t like him I did. But I just wasn’t sure. I didn’t want to ruin the peaceful flow we had. He didn’t get upset or walk away. Instead, he stayed. He chose friendship when I said no to love. That kind of quiet loyalty was rare.From that point, we became close very close. He became someone I could lean on, someone I laughed with, someone who just always seemed to be there. Through test stress, night classes, hostel runs, and everything in between, he stayed constant. That’s what made me fall for him.He didn’t pressure me. He showed up for me.Then in our second year, after months of him gently proving how much he truly cared, I said yesThat was the beginning of us.We built a love that felt calm, real, steady. We weren’t just lovers,we were best friends. We’d talk for hours about life, our dreams, what we wanted to do after school. He’d tease me when I was moody. I’d call him “my peace” because that’s truly what he became for me. We’d plan dates, study together, and sometimes just sit in silence knowing we were safe with each other.We made so many memories — the kind that randomly flash through your mind and make your chest tighten.He used to check in on me every morning. He never forgot to tell me “eat before you go to class.” He never failed to say “I miss you” even on days we saw each other.Then this year August came.That was the month that changed everything.He told me he wanted to become a Reverend Father.At first, I laughed. I was confused. I thought maybe it was one of those deep random thoughts people say when they’re reflecting. But then I got angry. Angry because I had given this person my time, my emotions, my dreams and now he wanted to leave all of it for a calling?he was serious about it at first that we had to argue on this matter for one week after some days I asked him if it true or not,if it was a joke. He said yes. He said, “Don’t worry babe, I’m not going anywhere.” I calmed down. I believed him. *I wish I didn’t*Because the truth was, he had made up his mind. But he couldn’t bring himself to tell me completely.before he left we still talk, like we used to do everyday,he never made any suspicious move that am going to noticeThen came *October 29* our last conversation,he called me in the morning,He said:Babe good morning. My phone fell inside the water while I was washing the car. I had to put my SIM inside my sister’s phone. I’m going to the engineer’s shop. If they repair the phone, I’ll call you. Don’t miss me too much. Take care of yourself and use drugs for your catarrh.”It sounded normal. Too normal for what was really going on behind the scenes.I had no idea that would be the last time I’d hear from him.If I had known, I would’ve begged him to stay on the phone longer. I would’ve asked all the things I’d been afraid to ask. I would’ve told him how much I loved him, how much he meant to me, how I had seen a future with him in it.But I didn’t know.And after that call silence.I waited. I called. I texted. Nothing.Then I heard the truth,he had gone. He had left everything, left me… to enter the seminary. To pursue the priesthood. To become a Reverend Father.I broke down.I cried like I had never cried before.How do you even explain this kind of heartbreak? He didn’t cheat. He didn’t fall out of love. He didn’t ghost me for another woman. He left me for God. For a life that had no space for me in it anymore.He left to serve and in doing so, he left me behind, carrying the memories we made promises we shared, the love I still carry… alone.i miss our late night calls and chat,I miss him calling me ayanfe mi,I miss him call me Omo mummyThis December should’ve been our second Christmas together shopping, taking cute pictures, laughing, holding hands under lights, and creating new memories.But instead, I’m alone grieving a relationship that didn’t break because we stopped loving each other… but because he left to become a reverend fatherall I feel is sadness, silence, and the ache of being left behind.Healing doesn’t feel peaceful right now.It feels like another kind of heartbreak, one no one warns you about.I’m still trying to make peace with it. Still trying to breathe through the pain. Still learning how to let go of someone who never stopped being my person… but who no longer belongs to me.Maybe someday I’ll heal. But for now, this is the hardest goodbye I never got the chance to say. 💔Note: This is my true life story that happened to me

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