When I broke up with my ex, I did what any normal, self-preserving woman would do, I blocked him everywhere. WhatsApp, Instagram, Twitter, even LinkedIn (just in case professionalism wanted to misbehave).

But one day, as fate would have it, I stumbled on a video. The type that would have had both of us giggling in the DMs. I paused. Muscle memory kicked in. I ran to my block list like a woman possessed, searched his name (yes, I still remembered the spelling 🙃), and unblocked him.

I didn’t say hi. I didn’t try to start a conversation. I just sent the video with the caption:
“Just thought this would make you happy.”

Then I blocked him again with pride.

Fast forward a few weeks, it happened again. Another video. Another wave of nostalgia. I thought to myself, “It won’t hurt.”
So, I repeated the ritual:
Unblocked him
Sent the video
Captioned it: “This cracked me up, thought of you ”
Getting ready to block him again

But this time… he replied.

He said:
“Please don’t block me yet. I have a video I’ve been waiting to send you too.”

Something in me smiled. I thought, “Aww, maybe he never really moved on.”
My heart did a small Zanku.

Then the video dropped.

I clicked it, excited.
And what did I see?

👰🏽🤵🏽‍♂️
A cinematic, slow-mo, drone-shot, teary-eyed, flower-petal wedding video.
HIS wedding.

To another woman.

The “just thought this would make you happy” queen in me froze.
The video ended with “To forever and beyond” and their lips locked like Wi-Fi and password.

Me: 🫠

I didn’t block him immediately.
I needed the network to understand that I was in a coma.

At that point, even my tears started buffering.

So yes, I’m the clown that unblocked a man twice…
Only for him to gift me a wedding video as a reply.

Ekene my God ga a judge gi 🥹🥹
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