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I am sitting comfortably on the soft grass, with my back leaned against the rock. I often come here to write and relax. Nevertheless, catching my eyes a few minutes ago, was a pair of butterflies, who painted the air with their spectacular presence. They flew so gracefully and closely alongside each other, as if they found serenity being together. Interestingly, they were quite different in appearance, as their colors and patterns differ. I am smiling while writing of such an interesting sight. The sight of those two, although simple, was rather profound, because two may be different on the outside but one on the inside. Thus, the story I am about to tell you is about how I unexpectedly fell in love. That story all started on one one fateful Friday.
It had been a busy Friday. It was the day I would be journeying home from the city. Oh how I had longed for the song of the ocean, in which the waves created sweet melody with the instrument of the wind. Night had fallen and after what seemed like an entire day, but in reality was just two hours, I was finally close to home. Home was that of my parents, in a small coastal town just fifteen minutes from my current location. Leaving the taxi was more than a relief as the driver was more focused on his interest in me, rather than observing the protocols of road safety for all passengers. I am literally rolling my eyes, writing that.
Walking amidst the crowd that evening was agonizing, as I yearned to be resting at home. Suddenly, and quite rudely, a guy walking the opposite direction, stopped before me. Annoyed at the fact that the people of this town, simply had no courtesy when walking, I stepped to the left. Surprisingly, the guy then stepped to the left. I was not in the mood for games, especially by a strange man. So, I stepped to the right and so did he. Angered by this nonsense, I slowly looked up to see the troublemaker. My eyes passed his broad shoulders to his eyes. Being taller, he looked down in mine with a grin. Rolling my eyes, I was about to ask him to allow me to pass and leave the crowd, but before I got any words from my mouth, I heard his calm, yet deep voice, " Analeah". Shocked, because that was my name, I responded unhesitatingly, "Ye-yes that is me and you are?". His smile widened, then he sighed and said, "It is Marquise....Marquise Clark. We went to school together before high school."
After he said that, I am now assuming that my face must have had transitioned from that of confusion to that of shock, because I clearly remember him beginning to laugh at that point. Apparently, he found it funny that I was unable to recognize him initially. I probably stood there a few seconds before stepping closer to him. He was dressed in a white shirt with no sleeves and had prints of apples all over. He wore jewellery that dazzled his chocolate skin. The pattern of the gold chain matched that of his earrings. His hair was neatly done in small twists and they hung midway his forehead like shrubs hanging over my neighbor's wall. I could see parts of tattoos peeking from his chest onto his shoulders. "Interesting", I thought to myself. He kept smiling and instantly, I started smiling. "Marquise Clark!" I yelled, "Of course I remember you! You look so different". Subsequently, I stepped closer to him, and we hugged. It was as if we had totally forgotten that we were in the middle of a thick crowd in the center of the town. His scent was unforgettable. Just divine!
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I then asked for his number, which is not a habit of mine but he did not hesitate. He gave me his phone and I gave him mine and within seconds, we added ourselves to the contact list of the other's phone. Then I told him I had to leave. We said our goodbyes and then we departed from each other's company. He looked back twice and each time, our eyes met. Each time, we exchanged friendly smiles. Soon enough, I got a taxi and then I pressed my head against the window, losing myself in thoughts. I then realized that the last time we had seen each other was about ten years ago. Wow. We were both children, getting ready for high school and now our paths crossed again, when we were adults, both sounding and looking completely different. Interesting! If he had not stopped me, I would have just walked by without recognizing him. Wow. Ten years ago, puberty was knocking at our doorsteps, and ten years later, she was smiling. "Time surely did us justice!", I whispered to myself, while shaking my head in disbelief. I laughed. "Marquise Clark", I softly uttered to the window as I closed my eyes. I just wanted to be home. The day was long enough.
