Dede and Kola Set Boundaries After the Kissing Saga

Tension hung heavy in the air as Kola finally admitted his fault. “I messed up, I know I did,” he confessed, his voice weighed down with regret. “If there’s anything I can do to make it right, God knows I’m willing to take it slow and put in the time. At that moment, I just wasn’t thinking.”

Dede, however, met his remorse with a mixture of honesty and firmness. “That’s why I’ll always have love for you,” she said. “You’re human, yes. But would I have kissed you? No. You wanted what you wanted.”

Kola didn’t try to deflect. “I feel worse for doing this… it’s not on you, it’s on me.”

“Exactly,” Dede replied without hesitation. “It’s 100% on you, not me.”

Still clinging to hope, Kola tried to look ahead: “I just hope we can get around this eventually.”

But Dede wasn’t quick to soften. “Get around it? As in pick up from where we stopped?” she asked.

Kola nodded. “Things were good before…”

Her response came in the form of a mocking tune—“What was the reason?” she sang, signaling her skepticism.

Kola attempted to understand. “I know when you do this—it’s your way of coping, your mechanism.”

But Dede pushed back. “There’s no mechanism. I’m just pessimistic. I always think of the worst-case scenario. And yes, I thought about this. Did I ever feel like it wouldn’t happen? Maybe. But then…”

Kola leaned in with a promise, but Dede cut him short with the memory of how it unfolded. “It took less than five minutes. We were dancing, laughing, then a hug… and suddenly I’m upstairs asking myself, oh my God, what just happened? What did you expect? That we’d kumbaya our way out of it?”

Kola shook his head. “No.”

“Exactly,” she said, her tone softening but resolute. “It’s okay, but listen— I know what I want. Maybe not always, but I definitely know what I don’t want. And this? This is not it. I can never be in a place where somebody else has been before. Things can’t be the same anymore.”

The conversation closed not with reconciliation, but with the clarity of a line drawn—Dede had forgiven Kola, but forgiveness, she made clear, didn’t mean a return to what once was.