The Blind Girl That Taught Me How To Love

The Boy Whose Name I Do Not Know

I watch the trees pass by as we drive to church. It's Sunday morning and today I decided it's about time I started attending church again.

My mom never allowed my dad to take me to church if it were not my choice, she did not believe in God but dad does and I believe in him too, after all the scientific theory makes no sense. Evolution is the stupidest idea ever, if we really did evolve from apes then why did the apes stop evolving. Did they decide that evolving became too stressful and they would rather just stay where they were.

Moving on from that, we have finally arrived. The building has not changed one bit, it's still the same. It's a simple design really, it looks like two rectangles put together and it has a separate building by the side where the elders of the church have their meetings.

' We are here! ' I jump in my sit when I hear my dad shout the words. I punch him on the shoulder with an irritated expression, ' I am right beside you, no need to shout. ' I tell him before I release my seat belt and open the car door.

I feel a cool hand grab mine before I can step out of the car, I turn to look at my dad. His gaze is so sorrowful, I want to look away but I just can't ' Elizabeth! I love you. '.

His words pierce my heart and I am about to break into tears but I have to be strong, I don't want to enter church crying. I look at him and say ' I love you too dad. Now let's get in church no need to get too emotional, the day has just begun.'

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The church service is over fast, I walk to the car and wait for my dad as he greets the members of the church. I get my mp3 player out of my jean pocket and I plug in my ear phones.

Before I can close my eyes to enjoy the music, I see someone approaching me, they're dressed in black and white. From the body structure is can tell it's a man and before he can utter a word to me I quickly greet him ' Good afternoon Mr.'

He takes a few steps back, when he hears my words. ' I thought you were supposed to be blind. ' he says these words tentatively but with some irritation to his tone. ' You again, I can't believe it.' It's the guy from yesterday, the one who bumped into me in the park.

' Yes, it's me again. I can't believe you lied about being blind.' His tone has changed, he now sounds upset. Before he can continue to pour out his anger, I cut him short ' First of all, my condition is non of your business and secondly why are you even here?' I am now upset with him, his got on my nerves, I feel a tear trickling down my cheek.

' Just yesterday you dropped me to the ground and you did not even bother to apologise. Then today you have the audacity to approach me and throw a tantrum because you assumed I am not blind. If I may ask, why are you the one getting upset with me?'

' I am sorry, I should not have-' before he can finish his sentence, he is cut off. I feel those same cool hands from earlier wrap themselves around me, followed by my father's deep voice and his African accent. ' Is this young man giving you any trouble sweetheart. ' I look up and I can tell my dad is looking at him, the boy whose name I do not know.

In my head all I can think about is how badly I want my dad to tell him off for making me feel so bad. He deserves it, for all I care he is the most rude person I ever met.

' No! ' these next few words catch me by surprise, ' He just came to say hi, we met in the park yesterday.'
I look at my dad and then back at him, I know his looking at me but I can't tell what facial expression he has on his face. I continue to look in his direction, though he seems to be looking at my dad waiting for a response.

' Okay kiddo! I'll leave the two of you to your business. ' Dad's voice is deep and scary but his words give me relief. ' Okay! ' I watch him walk away and the further he gets, the more blurry he becomes.

I turn back to look at him, ' so?' I ask waiting for his reaction. His quiet and he doesn't utter a word for a some time. Awkward silence! I can't believe it just got to this, neither of us says anything for a while until he finally breaks the silence.

' Why?' He asks, ' What do you mean why?' I ask totally confused at his question. ' I mean why did you cover for me. All I have done is be rude to you, why would you cover for me with your dad. '

I look at him and give him a smile before I reply, ' Because!..... You said you were sorry. No need to stay mad at someone who has apologised. '

I look at him and he gives a brief laugh before speaking ' You intrigue me! You're so uncommon. ' I am so confused and yet amused by his words, did he just say I am uncommon? I ask myself so many questions in my head before I finally realise that he is still in front of me.

' Intrigue! ' I look up and rub my chin as I say the words ' You want to know more about me? According to my dictionary definition. ' I look at him giving him a signal so he can reply. ' Yes, I want to know more about you!........ I feel like I don't know you enough. '

I look at him with a smile and raise an eyebrow while giving him a suspicion look. ' I don't believe I am a lady, I am a doughnut..' I pause for a second before I continue, ' I like boys........ And girls ' I look at him and I know his probably shocked, I really shouldn't joke about such things. ' I was joking about the liking girls part.' I give a little giggle but before I can continue he cuts me off and begins his own sentence.

' A doughnut, that must explain why you're so sweet! ' I can't believe he just said something so cheesy. I let out a small laugh and continue to talk. ' I like to show love to those-' he cuts me off again before I can even finish my sentence.

' I really like getting to know you, but I think it would be better if we continued our conversation over coffee tomorrow. ' He says these words so confidently and I really just want to break his confidence by saying no.

' I don't drink coffee, coffee is for people who are stressed and people who do not get enough sleep.' I can tell his a little disappointed ' But I do drink tea! ' I still can't tell his facial expression because he is standing too far from me, though we are only about two metres apart.

' Okay then, I'll see you at the tea shop tomorrow at noon. ' He starts to walk away but I just realised I still don't know his name. ' Wait! ' I pause for a second not to sure how to ask him for his name. Then it comes to me, ' My dad would never allow me to go on a date with the boy whose name I do not know. '
He turns around to face me before speaking, this is the moment of truth. I hope he doesn't have one of those weird names.

' The name is Cornelius but you can call me Co for short, and what makes you think I am asking you on a date?' Cornelius, of course it just had to be Cornelius! From all the names he could have, why did it have to be Cornelius! I look at him and smile before replying to his question.

' Well Cornelius, if it had to be anything else apart from a date, then I probably would not attend.' He laughs and concludes, ' Well then, I guess it's a date and I would prefer if you called me Co instead. '

' By the way, just in case you're wondering, my name is Elizabeth! ' I see his hand wave and I wave back, I guess I'll see Co tomorrow.