"She wasn't what I would rightly call beauty, but something about her just made her an angel. she was 5.8' height just the way I always wanted it. Her fragile fair looking slender flesh looked like an ice cream, that i could dip my hand in and lick. She got enough to catch my eyes, and seize my loins and to steal my heart. She was very smart too, so I couldn't help but fall in love. In the right choice of words, she affects my mind and my loins."
How could an angel this good break a heart? Read On...
It has been more than 20 years since I really did fall in love. I was just 13 years old then in junior secondary school.
Don't get me wrong I've been in and out of relationships. Relationships that looked as though we were in love but I wasn't feeling any of it.
A time came after I just got tired of relationships because they were not leading me anywhere. I wasn't growing any younger. I had promised myself that I would get married at 25 years old. Thank goodness I didn't try that shit!
I just decided to focus on my life and make out something serious out of it. For one whole I wasn't seeing anybody and wasn't ready to notice anybody.
Then out of the blue came this girl I met. I met her at one of the conventions of Jehovah's Witnesses.
We were sitting on the same sit. She was sitting on the left after my friend, Nnamdi. Well somehow I just hated at first sight. She was wearing an Igbo cultural dress, that was revealing her back side with no curves. Eww, who would go for that boneful waist. I wasn't looking at that.
Something about her still attracted me. She has this charisma that was strong, but I had already zeroed her out of mind because I wasn't just interested in boy-girl relationships.
Next, she was eating food right inside the podium while the convention was going on. How I detested that attitude with such passion. Seriously, I hate seeing anyone eating during an assembly of Jehovah Witnesses, it makes me feel they do not take spiritual things serious.
After the convention, she somehow drove Nnamdi into a conversation. I was busy greeting and chitchatting with my friends. Somehow Nnamdi motioned, said something about her, I can't remember the whole details, but we talked at length and we exchanged numbers. Why I collected that number I cannot tell, but I'm sure it was former flirting side that did that.
I forgot entirely about her. Then one day I received a call from her telling me that she was in town to buy stuff. I got out to meet her in the market where she was. That was just 2 minutes walk from where I was leaving.
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