Till Abroad Do Us Part

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So, I get nudged to write about relationships.

I did a lot of that on my old blog. I wrote about navigating singlehood and living alone in the UK. 

It was chaotic. Haha.

Love doesn’t always end in betrayal or heartbreak. Sometimes, it ends in an airport terminal, with tight hugs, teary eyes, and a promise we both know we probably won’t keep: “We’ll make this work.”

When I got the opportunity to move abroad, it felt like everything I had longed for was finally aligning. New job, new culture, new adventures. 

But hidden in the excitement was the slow unraveling of a love I thought could withstand the miles. If wishes were horses.....

We tried to prepare. We talked through the hard stuff. 

 For a while, it worked. Calls during lunch breaks,  surprise gift deliveries across continents. It felt like we were still “us.” *Yinmu*

Until we weren’t. 

Distance doesn’t just stretch geography. It stretches emotions, conversations, and eventually, patience. The silence between texts got longer. The updates became shorter. The time we used to fill with laughter was slowly replaced by anger.

Then came the moment we both knew was inevitable: the quiet  call where we sat in silence longer than we spoke.

No blame, no fights. Just a soft, aching understanding that we were writing different stories now.

Love is letting go when holding on means shrinking who you are. Love is choosing growth, even when it takes you far from someone you care about. Love is knowing that some people come into your life to teach you something, and sometimes, that lesson is about goodbyes.

Till Abroad Do Us Part isn’t a tragedy. It’s a chapter. A beautiful one, full of late-night calls, shared dreams, and the bittersweet freedom of moving on.

So here’s to the relationships that don’t last forever, but leave a mark. 

And here’s to finding yourself in a place you never expected—with a heart that’s still open, still brave, and still beating to the rhythm of something new.

Because sometimes, the greatest love story... is the one you have with yourself.

To all the people stuck in this loop, it can either work out or not.

But you know what? You go dey alright, laslas.

I will write again.

SS

Comments

  1. AnonymousFriday, April 25, 2025

    Nice! Long distance relationship is not for the faint hearted. Certainly not something that should have no defined end date. To lose hope and get tired of living single in a relationship is human!

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  2. AnonymousFriday, April 25, 2025

    This abroad won’t Do us Apart. I’m sure you have found another partner by now. Hahaha.

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