I find myself dreaming, praying for a call from you, imagining the phone ringing, only to realize it's all in my head. Why do you have such power over me? Is it because the love is real?

The nights are long and even harder without the cash to escape into Lagos' nightlife. My mind is racing. Being broke and heartbroken is a tough combination. I hurt someone who loved me, and now I wonder if this is karma. I sigh.

I used our picture as my wallpaper to show the world I was taken. I crossed the seven seas for you, and you know that. I thought you loved me. You said I was a good thing, but you'd rather let me go. Do you really want to lose a good thing? Can't I have this good thing?

I feel like a poet suddenly. She told me that maybe if I had money, she would have considered me. That shattered me. Thank God for the strength of man; I would have fallen, but I was just dizzy. I'm not a poor boy; I'm skilled. Does that matter?

Maybe I need to travel to escape this, but I know I can't forget this love so soon.