My trembling fingers tightened around the phone, and I choked back the sob that threatened to explode from my tightening lungs. “I think we should break up,” He told me, with a matter of cold fact which dug into me like a knife. And then, within the space of a five-minute phone conversation, my world came crashing down around me. I was happy and thriving-with plenty of friends and a good-looking, spiritual fiancé who seemed to adore me. It was a few months before the national youth service year. Though it happened more than a year ago, the intensity of that experience remains seared upon my memory even now. I’ll never forget the night “He” broke up with me. 6 When God writes your love story Heartbreaks and shattered dreams
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