They laughed at me. Mocked me behind my back. Even my own cousins whispered that I was “too obsessed” and that I needed help. Maybe I did need help. But not the kind they thought.
I had fallen in love with someone who didn’t even know I existed. His name was Darius. He worked in finance, confident, brilliant, and handsome. The kind of man who made women stare and stammer.
Me? I was just a primary school teacher in Homa Bay. No makeup tricks or designer clothes. Just soft-spoken, ordinary me.
But every time I saw him, my heart would race like a drum. I couldn’t explain it. He wasn’t just a crush; he felt like destiny. The problem was, he didn’t even know my name… Continue reading