I became obsessive and possessive after I set my eyes on Daniel again. At first, I thought I had seen a ghost but I touched him and confirmed that the man standing before me was Daniel and not a ghost.

It was against the shop's rules and regulations but I had to touch him to confirm. When I did that, he was surprised and asked if I knew him from somewhere. At first, I marveled at the question, I wondered how he could easily forget all we shared. I stood for some time staring at him before my colleague tapped at me to give the young man his balance and attend to the next customer.

I became restless and anticipated the day he would come to the shop again. I promised myself that once I set my eyes on him again, I would satisfy my curiosity by getting answers to all my rhetorical questions. 

He came to the shop again, after shopping and was about to leave, I approached him and introduced myself. He still maintained that he did not know me. I reminded him of the beautiful moments we shared before he died in an accident but the young man began to think I was crazy and if I continued insisting that I knew him, he would tag it that I was stalking him and he would report the case to the manager. 

He entered his car and drove off. I concluded he had amnesia. I began to make plans on how to get him to remember me again. I quit my job and faced my new plan fully. I never paused for a second to consider how Ernest would feel about the whole thing. I decided to keep it away from him but could I keep this a secret for long? 

My attitude began to change gradually. I watched myself lie to Ernest my boyfriend over and over again whenever he asked me certain questions about the changes he saw in me. 

I started my investigation and found out that my so-called Daniel was engaged and about to get married. I got extremely jealous and bitter that I worked towards taking her off the picture and when I meant taking her off the picture, I meant killing her. 

One part of me was ready to fight for what I and Daniel shared, but the other part desired to give it up because it was wrong. But my heart was made up. I did not care if I lost everything, what mattered was spending the rest of my life with him. 

I reminisced about the good times we shared and how inseparable we were. I remembered how he reminded me of the love he has for me, how he whispered into my ear to constantly remind me that he would never leave me. He was good at poems and that was the part that drew me closer to him. He showed me love like no one has ever done. Daniel was my everything. 

But death broke us apart. The news of Daniels's death broke me beyond repair. I felt like ending it and joining him on the journey of no return. 

I was in my room when my phone rang and all I could hear was, Miam, we saw your number on this phone and felt you are a close relative. The owner of this number is nowhere to be found. We only saw his shoes and handset. They further explained that an accident had happened and claimed the lives of many. All they saw was his shoes and handset. My phone fell off my hands, and for a while, I could barely think right. I automatically became a shadow of myself, my family did their best to console me. Ernest never left my side either. 

Days passed into weeks and weeks into months and months into years but Daniel never came back. All I did was stare into the space. I became a shadow of myself until Ernest helped me pick my pieces up. He became my greatest buddy and never gave up on me. He loved me with everything in him. 

I became a nuisance to the young man I felt was Daniel. I followed him everywhere he went. I threw myself cheaply at him because I thought he was Daniel. He warned me to leave him but I was not ready to do so. I was starting to lose control of myself and my feelings. I thought he was pretending not to know me. It was so bad that I began to jeopardize his relationship. The young man could not endure it any further, so he took action. 

I watched myself being bundled into a car and taken to rehab. It was an awful experience but I’m all healed up now. 

Ernest never left my side during these trying times. Now I believe in true love. True love they say can happen to us once or twice in a lifetime and when it happens, I hope we embrace it passionately. 

When I came out of the rehab, I was going through my things and found a note that Daniel had given me but I forgot to read it. I instantly opened the note and read it. I realized that Daniel had a twin brother. But he explained that his twin brother does not know him. That was why I insisted that the young man I saw was Daniel but he insisted he was not Daniel.