She showed me the steps and I followed her. Actually, I was following her from the beginning of time and it had become kind of my job, I was a professional- like I was born to follow her, her topmost follower.
I was dying for her support and maybe she wanted to support me. I was more than just happy to dance with her, to feel her by my side; after all she was my untitled princess. First those trousers and now dancing had become my companion. "What's next?"- I couldn't figure it out and I didn't want to either. I just wanted to be with her, without caring about the past, present or the future. With her mighty presence, I could grow stronger than anything- ready to take over almost everything. I was evolving and she was the sole cause.
By the time, we finished our first day rehearsals – everyone packed their stuffs and we were ready to leave. She walked with me up to the bus stop- it was a short walk though. She was with me until we both caught for our stations. By the way, I had done something courageous by then. I had somehow managed to ask for her name. Mariah, it was. I told her mine as well.
"In the name of GOD, I- Jamison Jeffery, am all yours- Mariah Madison", second thoughts ruling over me. However, "You may kiss the bride" moment was lacking. I wanted it to come soon but it wouldn't, this early. People illustrate of never dying hope and I possessed one.
All those left over, blank pages of my heart were now filled by that name- Mariah.
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When I Met You
RomanceA High School love story ||| Sometimes, we walk alone and sometimes with someone we feel is very close to our heart. Whether we travel bare footed or with someone always ready to offer us with safety boots, we do not intend to end up that intensity...
