The concluding part of "Other Than My Skin"

My day at work wasn't great! While dashing out of the car, my middle finger got jammed with the door. Excruciating was too mild to explain d pain that shot through my throbbing finger so I guess blushing explained it better. The meetings I had ran longer than I thought and I was put on the spot cos evri1 wanted to know if Annie should be respected or pitied. I showed them. Just when I thought of settling to lunch, a facebook notification popped up. Lo and behold, it was her and him. I couldn't help but zoom in and out of the picture. Lekan made me forget about my insecurities. He made me confident. Our first date was spectacular. He paid compliments like they were his language and engaged me in topics I couldn't imagine. He was smooth, too smooth. He sounded like he did this all day and that's were the warning bells rung fervently but I turned deaf to them. On purpose!We would walk into malls n people would stare rudely but Lekan handled it well. His friends I could tell, wondered what he saw in me. All these I noticed n made sure I made little or no issues. These were the reasons why it was shocking when  Lekan's disappearing acts begun. He would cut d call in d middle of conversations, he started dragging his feet when it came to going to church with me. He claimed I distracted him or rather, I caused an uproar with my condition in Church. I couldn't understand especially as he had popped my cherry or did I feel I was losing him. Was I that inexperienced? My thoughts and questions were answered three weeks later when my friend pinged and asked I check facebook. He never uploaded my picture on social networks. He claimed he didn't want anyone making fun or commenting rudely. I opened his page. There he was, smiling from ear to ear at his new born son. From the pictures I scrolled through while shaking profusely , she had been in London and just got into Nigeria two weeks ago with their 1month old baby. I called my sister twelve times, no response. I paced up and down the sitting room till I became dizzy and passed out...Its been three years since I last saw Lekan and even though he was my world, iv come to realise that love is not for me. U can call me weak, sensitive or the worst, a woman with trust issues but 1 thing is certain, I died emotionally the day I saw the pictures and that death cannot happen twice. I will prefer to b alone and imagine what it would feel to have love than have love then lose it. My Skin made me an object of pity. I never want to feel that way again...The End.