Whenever I meet someone new, my mind goes back to my first love, Ugo.

Our mothers were close friends who liked twinning with every thing, so we were born four days apart. According to them, we learned how to walk by holding hands.

We were always together, and it got to a point people started joking about us getting married. There are still pictures of us crying on our first day of school, and holding hands throughout.

We were like that for eight years,and even when I didn't know what love was, I knew I didn't want to leave his side.

So, when Ugo told me to come to the toilet so he could show me something, I was excited. A lot of the time, he took sweets from his mom's shop and shared them with me, so I thought he brought more.

When we got there, he said he wanted to tell me a secret and I should come closer. Aproko like me, I agreed and walked up to him only for him to grab my face and kiss me.

Before I could say anything, Ugo ran away and refused to talk to me for the next one week. I was supposed to be angry, not him, but instead, I begged my mother to talk to his mother. They said he was fine, but I knew he was avoiding me. We talked nonstop everyday, so what happened?

One Tuesday, he told me he didn't want to be my friend anymore. Just like that. I cried and begged my mother to beg him for me, but nothing happened. On Friday, we got the news that his family had relocated to Australia.

My mom and I were heartbroken, because they didn't tell us until the day of their departure. But I was more hurt that he had taken something from me and threw it away like our bond meant nothing.

Men are all like that, and I refuse to let anyone scar me again.