I met Paul during my last year of high school. He was the pastor's son and according to my ma, he was a decent young man.
She had dragged me with her to "talk to the pastor" one Sunday after service, clearly on a mission to introduce me to Paul.
I knew her intentions but at that point I didn't really care. If it was good for her it was good for me.
If he was good for her, he was good for me.
He and I, easily fell into a familiar and comfortable friendship. Some time later I'd realise why.
Paul was kind, and a gentleman, I liked that the most about him. He was handsome too, with rich dark skin and eyes so dark and beautiful. He kept his coily hair trimmed into a buzz cut and with a lean, runner's body stood at just over 185 centimetres. He was not my type, hard set jaw and all, but nobody needed to know that.
It was a relief to finally have a friend in that town, and the pastor's son to make it better.
He made me forget, and I liked that.
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