Is she really the one? This was the question that rushed into my mind when I came across her in the cafeteria, there she sat, she was dangerously beautiful. Can I share my heart with he?, came the second thought... I was afraid of love for the wounds of the previous heartbreak had not heal completely.
An Artiste once sang: 'If you love someday walk up to her and tell her you love her'... I was in love with her, but how do I tell her, my spirit had left me and sat next to her, I was left with my body which by now had been soaked with sweat. Her beauty struck my heart, her soft eyes bent my stiff heart.
After a long battle with the heart and soul, I made up my mind that a man dies once, so I walked up to this goddess of beauty, hello my name is Godswill, you look beautiful for an Angel, with you is where I rather be .… came the lines, despite the good ventilation system, I was sweating like a soldier who had just descended a mountain.
We became friends and things went smoothly, I had always wanted to be like the guy next door, I had always wanted to join in the ice breaking discussion, so I made up my mind that I was going to break the ice. 'Hello, are you home? I would love to come over and spend sometime with you, its boring over here'. Sure you can came the reply, my heart leap, for finally it was going to happen and nothing will stop me.
Like the speed of light, I was at her place, looks like she was in for a dance for her appearance could tell it all, without wasting of time I shut the door, I had learnt all the techniques... from the guy next door and this was the right time to put them into use, as I drew her close to myself and was about to put learning into practice, I felt a cold substance on me, it was a friend, he had just poured water on me to wake me for the next class. How I wish it was real...