Some people may hate me after this confession but I want other ladies to learn from my experience. Martin and I started going out while in secondary school, I loved him so much and he loved me too. We both attended different institutions, he studied Computer Science while I studied Business Administration, he graduated 1 year before me and got a job at Bank of Africa after his Campus.
I was in my final year when he proposed marriage to me. I went to visit Martin one Saturday evening when his neighbours told me he had traveled, I called his phones and none went through, I searched everywhere to know his where about but never succeeded till the day I ran into his closest friend who told me Martin had traveled to India to further his education.
It was like a dream to me, I cried my eyes out, still tried to at least reach him and find out what it was I did to him but all my efforts proved abortive. When my best friend heard this she promised to help me get my man back
