I have this experience of a love story that was hardcore between my best friend and his lover. I turned out to be a mediator between the both of them in their cold moments. They were lovebirds, so in love with each other that both could do anything to please the other. It got to a point when life was not fair to my friend, and he started slacking in communication with his lover. I think the love he had for his lover was getting cold because of the circumstances surrounding him. Now, his lover turned out to be my sister from another mother, so I remained neutral while communicating with both of them.
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One evening, I was receiving calls and replying to customers at home as a digital marketer when a message popped up on my phone. It was my friend’s lover. My hands were full at the moment, and I wanted to ignore the message for a while, but they kept coming in, so I had to open it. To my surprise, she was crying, saying that my friend had betrayed her love and that they had broken up.
I actually suspended what I was doing, though I knew my tasks would pile up, to hear her out because I understood what it meant for someone you love with every part of your being to break your heart. In most cases, the result is bad. I could barely hear her because she was crying. From what I understood, my friend’s goals had changed, and he thought that since their goals were no longer aligned, it would affect them in the future. He didn’t have the courage to tell her they should break up because of everything they had gone through together.
I know how to speak to a customer or client to convince them to patronize me, so I used my techniques to calm her down. Despite that, she kept saying my friend was the best man who ever came into her life and then ended up saying all men are the same—that my friend had done the same thing to her that her previous breakup had done, following the same pattern. I still tried to calm her down while protecting my friend.
So, I spoke to my friend, and he had a different story about what happened. Immediately, I knew she had overreacted. I told both of them to meet up and talk things out, but they were stubborn about it, not wanting to see each other again. So, I asked them to allow time to pass before meeting because, from what I understood, the breakup message had not been properly conveyed. I turned out to be her therapist in the meantime.
When they finally met, I don’t even know what happened—it seemed like something from a movie, and they were back together.
I actually cut the story short because there were a lot of emotional moments and tears. This is why I love minding my business. Now, nobody remembers me, and they are back to being the lovebirds they once were. I think I smell wedding bells ringing in the future. I hope it all ends well for the two of them.
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