I still remember the way you looked at me, while we stood there and told you where I was going. I can't remember what u said because all I remember is how I felt seeing you after three weeks of denying myself the opportunity to see you.
The butterflies that flew within me when u spoke to me, the way you looked at me, your captivating voice and later, I still can't get over the way you looked at me.
You literally saw me. You didn't just look at me, you noticed everything, you noticed the scar on my right ear, you noticed the cut I got that morning from peeling matooke, you apologised for it.
You were so thrilled to see me you decided to accompany me to the market and you kept asking me whether I had finished my home work, whether you could help me with it. And all I was thinking was, can all these people actually see that a developing a huge crush on this young man?
YOU ARE READING
Pelele's Regret
عشوائيFirst love was lost when she didnt realise how great it was. she was young and stupid and now she is telling you all how it hurts. This ain't a novel. This is a true story. It happened. I have made peace it and myself.
