I love you, Chisom

"Hello?" My voice came out hoarse and shaky, ravaged by my screams and sobs.

"What is it? Som? Why do you sound like that? Are you alright?" He asked, his words tumbling over each other.

My heart melted from hearing how worried he was about me.

A small smile managed to light up my face a bit.

The main reason why I wanted my relationship, though it did not really have a name, to work so badly was that I did not want to turn out like my parents. 

I hated their marriage.

I hated how they could just go from being loving to being even worse than strangers. 

It pained my soul just how fragile some relationships were.

It frightened me that the so-called sacred bonds of marriage could be weakened so significantly over the years by interferences from outside the marriage.

"It's nothing. I'm fine. I just have a sore throat.