Love is a beautiful thing they say, but I've never seen its beauty. Maybe I'm wrong or maybe I'm right, but what if I'm right that I'm wrong or I'm wrong to say I am right.
I have seen the beauty of love, when I was tender and as of that time I was gullible to feelings. But that time I can let any name slide, because whom I felt for was really a beauty.
I was only twelve when I knew her, she was everything I could dream about, I had concluded then that she was my missing ribs. Although she was four years older (she is still older…), I guess they said love is blind and age is nothing but numbers.
She was this perfect melanin beauty, with firm and perky breast, she's got this hours glass shape, pink shinny lips (I bet they're soft). So silly for a young boy to picture a girl this way, but I couldn't help it because most of my friends came from the trenches.
I lived in same compound with this gorgeous, the moved in to our compound an took the flat near ours. Did I mention that Sonia is her name? Sonia really won my heart the very firdt time I laid my eyes on her, I did think that "love at first sight" was only but a tale, but when I saw Sonia I discovered it is something that really happens.
I thought I was halluscinating when she and her family came to introduce themselves formally to my family as our new neighbours, because Jean Claude Van Damme she was really beautiful that day they came (she is still beautiful).
Their first week in the compound really worked me out, because I was really trying hard to make her notice me (she later told me that it actually worked out and she did noticed me, but she had to play hard even though it was obvious she was bigger than me an there's no way a relationship would work out).
I did everything possible, but to no avail. But things became easier when she and my elder sister became friends. She was always around us and we them go close, she still was around whenever my sister wasn't and I also visited their apartment too on my own accord.
With time, I built my guts and my balls grew bigger (smiles), I confessed my feelings to her, she did not respond or even react to what I told her but I knew she heard me but played dumb.
I also played along but brought the talk up later on after a week, then she told me I was too small and I wasn't man enough and other heart breaking thing, but she did say all those to me in a nice way.
My first love didn't actually turn into a relationship but, my first love took my virginity…