I find myself putting in an extra effort to look cute to church these days. I still think about church crush, ‘What if I bump into him, would he even recognize me? Does he remember asking if I belonged to a community group? What are the odds of us sitting next to each other again? I don’t know, but as Mr. Not so Perfect advised me: Que sera sera, whatever would be, would be.
Finally, I moved forward with my life! Ahead from the hopes that Mr. Almost Perfect and I would ever speak again, let alone be an item. He regularly viewed the content I posted on social media but never said anything about them. But I finally got my happy back, forget you Mr. Almost Perfect! I took a step of faith and started publishing my content on a similar company to The Huffington Post, and that stretched me as a writer, I also got a writing internship with a company in California.
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Things are really looking up. Maybe Mr. Almost Perfect was a distraction, I have never been more confident in my dreams and goals since we stopped speaking. Plus now I have a clear head, no more shoulda, woulda, couldas. Then one day, I got a message on social media, from Maybe Mr. Right. You see Maybe Mr. Right, and I had a thing in the past. We were college sweethearts, and I could do anything for him. I love hard and I am super loyal.
We have loosely kept in touch over the years, but nothing more than that. When I received a ‘hello, how are you doing?' Message from him, I felt, ‘here we go again! I have finally moved on and put out men from my mind for now, and you want to come and mess up my peace.’ Anyway, I responded to be nice, for old’ time’s sake. We did some messaging back and forth on social media before he asked for my number. Why does this scenario look familiar? I feel like I am having a déjà vu moment.
He finally called, and we talked for a little bit on the phone. Within days of reconnecting with Maybe Mr. Right, he asked me to be his girlfriend. Maybe Mr. Right, I don't jump into relationships just like that. First of all, you are not Mr. Perfect; secondly, you really don’t know who I am. Just because we got together 10 years ago, doesn’t mean I am the same person today. I voiced my opinions to him, but not in that manner, and he agreed for us to get to know each other better, first.
Now Maybe Mr. Right is calling and texting me every day, he is beginning to give me butterflies. But not like the one Mr. Almost Perfect gave me. If Maybe Mr. Right gave me butterflies, then Mr. Almost Perfect gave me the entire garden abi cycle of life—from maggot to butterfly, okay I digress. I couldn’t help but compare Maybe Mr. Right to Mr. Almost Perfect. He is good looking, has a good job, cares for me, and I enjoy talking to him, but not as much as I did with Mr. Almost Perfect. If my conversations with Mr. Almost Perfect were deep, then that with Maybe Mr. Right were on the shallow end of the pool (maybe things would change).
‘But not everyone is Perfect!’ I hear my mind screaming at me. ‘Not every relationship starts off with a lot of fire; some just take time to build up.’ Okay okay mind, I hear you! So could he be the one? I am beginning to enjoy the attention, I can get used to being asked every day: How was your night? Have you gotten something to eat? And Call me when you get home! Ah! The joys of having a member of the opposite sex care for you; I had almost forgotten what it felt like.
Maybe Mr. Right then tells me one day, that he is going back to work (he is an engineer). He works offshore, and so our communication wouldn't be as excellent. ‘Okay cool, we can talk whenever it’s conducive, I have a close friend who is in the same field of engineering, and I don’t speak to her for weeks at a stretch, so I know how it is.' I replied to him. This break in transmission, then made me miss Mr. Almost Perfect more. The milestones I have reached that I would have shared with him, the movies that I watched, that I wanted to tell him about, and just life in general! I missed sharing it with him.
Yea I know I said I was done with him, I had really moved on and was happy with the way my life was, but that didn't stop me from thinking about our talks; How he would always tell me to keep hot gist for him, how he always reminded me of how beautiful I was, and how he would say time stands still whenever we are on the phone. Sigh! My darling Mr. Almost Perfect, how I miss you! Those were my thoughts on a drive back home one day, I smiled and giggled at the things we used to say to each other.
And then my phone rings…Omg! Omg! It’s Mr. Almost Perfect! Did he hear my thoughts? Was he a fly on the wall in my car when I was thinking out loud to myself? My spirit must have sent out a love signal. Could he be back for good? Is he the one I have been waiting for? Could he be the one?
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About The Author: Evi Idoghor is a Christian, writer and content creator on Letstalknationblog.com. She is a chemical engineering graduate from the University of Louisiana at Lafayette. Consumed by her love for writing and desire to effect change, she launched her online platform––Let’s Talk Nation––to tap into her creativity and start meaningful conversations that would make a difference around the world.
Most of her writing has been influenced by her time spent in America, where she lived for about 11 years. Also, she lived in Nigeria and South Korea and currently loves traveling the world while learning about other fascinating cultures. You can find her on all social media platforms with @eviidoghor.