As the days passed, and the pain from her breakup with Alaji began to settle, Adepa found herself lost in thought more and more. She had tried to move on, to convince herself that the relationship with Alaji was nothing but a painful chapter in her life. But the more she thought about it, the more she realized something—she missed Chris.
Chris had been her steady anchor, the one person who had always been there for her, even when things weren't perfect. Their relationship wasn't without its ups and downs, but it had been real. He had loved her for who she was, flaws and all. And she had loved him in return. The memories of their time together—the laughter, the shared dreams, and the comfort they found in each other's presence—began to flood her mind, and a deep ache grew in her chest.
She remembered how Chris would hold her hand when things got tough, how he would always listen patiently to her ramblings about her day, and how he would make her feel seen and understood, even when she struggled to understand herself. He was the one who knew her better than anyone, and in the quiet moments, she realized that he was also the one who had loved her in a way that no one else had.
Alaji had been a whirlwind, a captivating force that swept her off her feet, but now that the dust had settled, Adepa could see how much she had overlooked. Alaji had been exciting, but he had also been distant, unpredictable, and, in the end, unkind. She had left Chris for Alaji, thinking that she was moving toward something bigger, something more passionate. But now, the reality hit her—Chris was the one who had truly loved her.
She missed the way Chris would call her just to hear her voice, the way he made her feel secure in his arms. She missed the easy, comfortable nature of their relationship, the way they fit together like two puzzle pieces. She missed how he cared for her with such sincerity, never asking for anything in return, never pressuring her to be someone she wasn't.
As the nights grew lonelier, Adepa found herself wondering if she had made a huge mistake. She had let go of someone who had always been there, someone who would never have treated her the way Alaji had. And now, she felt the weight of that decision crushing her.
She began to question whether it was too late to reach out to Chris, to apologize for the hurt she had caused him when she walked away. Would he even want to hear from her again? Would he forgive her for betraying his love? The thought of reaching out terrified her, but the thought of losing him for good was even worse.
One evening, as she sat alone, scrolling through her phone, her fingers hovered over Chris's contact in her messages. Her heart pounded in her chest as she debated whether she should send him a message. She missed him so much, but she knew it wasn't just about missing him. It was about recognizing how much she had taken him for granted, how much she had let go of someone who had loved her in a way that no one else had.
After what felt like an eternity, she finally typed out a message.
"Hey Chris, I hope you're doing okay. I've been thinking a lot lately, and I realize I made a mistake. I miss you, and I'm sorry for how things ended. I never meant to hurt you. I understand if you don't want to talk to me, but I just wanted you to know that I've been reflecting on everything, and I regret how I let you go. I really miss you."
She stared at the message for a long time before hitting send, her heart racing in her chest. She didn't know what would come of it, or if he would even respond. But all she could do now was hope that somehow, maybe, she could find a way back to the person who had truly loved her.
The hours passed, and Adepa couldn't shake the feeling that she had opened a door she wasn't sure she was ready to face. But deep down, she knew that the first step toward healing—toward making things right—was to admit her mistakes and show the courage to reach out.
And so, she waited, hoping that Chris would read her message and understand the remorse in her words. Maybe, just maybe, there was still a chance to repair what she had broken and find her way back to the love she had once shared with him.
The wait was unbearable for Adepa. Each minute felt like an eternity as she kept checking her phone, hoping for a reply, but there was nothing. Her heart raced with every notification, but none were from Chris. She couldn't shake the feeling that he might be avoiding her, and that thought hurt more than anything else.
Days passed, and Adepa found herself lost in memories of Chris. The more she thought about him, the more she regretted her decisions. She had left him for Alaji, someone who had shown her a side of love that was exciting but ultimately shallow. Chris had been the one who truly saw her, the one who cared about her in ways that no one else had. He had never pressured her, never demanded anything in return, and had always accepted her for who she was. He had loved her with patience and understanding, something she had taken for granted.
She spent sleepless nights replaying the way things had ended between them—the arguments, the coldness, and the final, painful words that had led to their breakup. She could still hear his voice, the sadness and hurt in his tone, and it tore her apart every time. He had been heartbroken, and she had been too wrapped up in her emotions to see the depth of his pain. Now, the reality was clear: she had lost him. And there was nothing she could do to take back the time she had wasted.
In her moments of vulnerability, Adepa found herself wishing for a second chance with Chris. She longed for the simple, comforting moments they had shared—the quiet walks, the inside jokes, the way they could just sit together in silence and still feel close. She missed his presence, the way he made her feel safe and cherished, and she regretted her hasty decision to walk away from it all.
But as the days turned into weeks, Adepa started to lose hope. She wondered if Chris would ever forgive her. She wondered if he would ever be willing to open his heart to her again after everything she had put him through. She had let her emotions cloud her judgment, and now she was paying the price.
Then, one evening, when she was beginning to accept the possibility that she had lost him forever, a message appeared on her phone. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw the familiar name at the top of the screen: Chris.
Her hands shook as she opened the message, her breath catching in her throat.
"Hey Adepa, I got your message. It's been a while, hasn't it? I've been doing a lot of thinking too. I won't lie, it hurt. A lot. But I get it now. I think we both needed time to figure out what we really want. I don't know where we go from here, but I'm open to talking. Maybe we can start fresh, or maybe we can just be friends. Whatever happens, I just want you to know I'm not angry anymore."
Tears welled up in Adepa's eyes as she read the message. She had feared that Chris would never speak to her again, that he would hate her for what she had done. But here he was, offering her the chance to rebuild, even if it was just as friends. The weight on her chest seemed to lift slightly, but the pain still lingered, knowing that things could never go back to the way they were.
She quickly typed a response, her fingers trembling with emotion.
"Chris, I don't know what to say. I'm so sorry for everything I put you through. I never should have left you. I've realized how much you meant to me, and I've regretted it every single day. I understand if you need time, but I'd really like the chance to talk and see if we can figure things out. I just miss you so much."
As soon as she hit send, Adepa felt a wave of relief wash over her. It wasn't a perfect solution, but it was a start. They were both hurting, but perhaps, just maybe, they could find a way back to each other.
The hours that followed felt like an eternity, but eventually, her phone buzzed again. Chris had replied.
"I miss you too, Adepa. Let's take it one step at a time. We'll figure this out. Let's talk soon."
Adepa's heart swelled with emotion as she read his words. She knew it wouldn't be easy, and there would still be a lot of work to do to rebuild the trust they once had. But the fact that Chris was willing to talk, to try again, gave her a glimmer of hope. She had learned from her mistakes, and now she was determined to prove to him that she was ready to love him the right way.
As she put down her phone, Adepa felt a renewed sense of purpose. The road ahead wouldn't be without challenges, but at least there was a chance—a chance to make things right with the person who had always been there for her. And for the first time in weeks, she allowed herself to believe that love, even after heartbreak, could find its way back into her life