*Rome POV*
I was unable to get any sleep whatsoever. I had my mind and body in such a zing motion to where even closing my eyes seems like a problem all on its own. My mom was coming back from Mexico and it never made me more happy. I haven't seen her in 3 years and for her to finally find her way back to us makes me the happiest.
I was so excited that I ended up calling Christian at 6:00 in the morning for us to watch the sunrise. I wanted to show her how beautiful it is. I usually wake up around 5:00 in the morning and drive to the beach alone and wait until the sun rises just to admire the beauty of it.
It is so gorgeous and unbelievable. It is beyond my understanding to take in how it was created and what's not, but I do know it was by God. The one and only.
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Christian and I had an amazing time and I find this girl so beautiful. Man... she has such appealing black curly hair, she barely wears make up and she has these piercing brown eyes with a story hiding behind them that was untold and unheard of. Her skin is like an alluring light brown that reflects along with the sun and her soul... showcased the embodiments that she faced, but yet decided to keep it pushing.
She seems to close herself off when she starts something or is more cautious as if she is afraid. I don't even know how to explain it, it's as if she wants to open up to you and she does but then catches herself and shuts her thought off completely, like she is protecting herself.
From what though? Either way, we just met and I obviously don't want to pry into her life. I want her to be on her own time and whenever she wants to talk about whatever then I am always hear with two opened ears to give my full attention.
I am so mesmerized by not only her, but her smile and most importantly herself within.
I was surprised she even agreed to coming with me due to the fact that I believe she is not my biggest fan.
I got home around 8:45 a.m. and was stopped by my dad who was in the kitchen making breakfast.
"Where were you Rome?" He asked with a raised eyebrow and I knew not to lie. That was one of the Ten Commandments that I came to terms with to respect regardless of the consequences. I would rather tell the truth and face the consequences than lie and it coming to bite me one day.
"I actually took a girl out to watch the sunrise with me." I responded honestly. He nodded his head appreciating my honesty. "Isn't that where you always took your mom? This girl must be special?" He asked and I scratched my neck not knowing how to answer that because we just met.
"I just wanted to celebrate mom coming home with someone and... she was my only friend here." I sighed and he paused on the food he was making and walked towards me at least 3 feet away.
"Listen, it's alright. I trust you man. You go ahead and do what you want. Next time just tell me you are going out because I didn't know what had happened to you when Isaac and I went to have family worship. We had it either way and I decided to just wait on you to come back home." He patted my shoulder "I love you man." He came closer and gave me a hug that was filled with not only a bit of sadness which I think is because of my mother and him, but a bit of happiness because I am able to make a friend here.
I had a bit of trouble making friends back at my old school mainly because I am a Christian. I had strong beliefs to where I would save myself for marriage, I would not swear, not lie, not drink or smoke and many more. I wanted to remain true to God and not doing those things is so easy for me because I grew up becoming attached to the lifestyle. I'm not perfect and I obviously fall short through the Grace of God, but I am doing my best.
"Thanks Dad, I will. I love you too." I expressed and it made me happy that my dad and I had that connection to where I am able to speak to him about things. We are able to vocalize our feelings towards each other without it seeming 'feminine' as people call it. My dad made sure that it was fine for me to have emotions and never told me 'you are a man, men don't cry.' Instead he told me 'tell me what's wrong. I'm here for you.' I admire that about him.
I am able to love my dad and not be afraid to say it out loud. I know not many have that kind of relationship with their fathers and it is not my intention to rub it in anyone's face, but I do respect my father more because of that.
