Love is a Bullet to the Head

Introduction

I chose to hate relationships, not for anything but because African women had been enough torture for me yet, or so I thought. I had seen it fit to stereotype them as selfish, manipulative and ravenous. At least that is what most had been. I know out there, there are wonderful ladies, it is a fact. I just needed brainwash and hypnosis to carry me through the days. You see, I had been heartbroken before, several times. I have heartbroken others even more times and it seems fair that some ladies crashed my heart upon rocks and burnt the pieces in lava. I had deserved that for the longest time, or so I believed.

But even in the ruining rain, there's a rainbow. Either in the midst or after, it still appears, or the colours just make you forget for a while that you are half soaked in flood. That is what Stargertha was, is or whatever term or tense it should be. I was ice inside, instead of the blazing fire I once was. I was filled with loneliness and depths of a year of hurt coming to July of 2017. When they ask you if global warming is a bad thing, come. Come to me and I shall explain to you how much it is an omen, a curse. You will write a speech of it, one that the United Nations Environmental Programme or Nobel will award you for. I will however not speak of glaciers falling from the North Pole. No, I am not an encyclopaedia when it comes to geography. I just know I was glacier and ice but met a sun named Stargertha and melted. My guards went down, I lost her name immediately she said it to me because I started imagining how she'd sound calling herself Mrs. Snow and my concentration vanished in thin air. My friend and wing-man, a dj actually, almost span in laughter at how a man as huge as I would be made to fret by such a small girl. He knew my reputation with women and this was but unbelievable. He did songs after songs of dedication in the class that followed consequently. He mocked me but I didn't mind. I had to borrow Stargertha's book thinking she had written her name on so I would redeem myself. How I got to know her name later is but another story for another day, one that involved blackmailing her friend and...wait, we have got to get back to this story. Another day for this other, cool?

This is the beginning of a very short story. It is the beginning of a story so common in such a world, one that a beautiful girl venomously tears a guy's heart but she still is amazing and magnificent. Oh, she is perfect; trust me when I say so. I became shy at her presence and wouldn't make a conversation with her beyond thirty minutes any given day. I had to accept the tag 'frenemy' she had for us. She claimed I was enmeshed and I thought she was intricate. It is true, you see, that the more complicated a person is then the more interesting they are and at the same time, the more dangerous. She put a hard brake to anything that would transpire and I didn't put in the ignition key either. We weren't going to move, from both ends. Amity would grow from our daily chats. I, Snow, even in despise towards school and the certification I was enrolled in, would now have a motivation to go to school, on the days Stargertha would be in of course.

Did I mention that I still believe that Bruno Mars had seen her by chance? That must be the only possible way he'd make the lyrics to Just the Way You Are. How else would he know that when she smiled the whole world would stop and stare for a while? This is her, amazing. Many, has God created beautifully but this very being, He did the details in the finest bit everywhere to finesse. Her eyes, her nose, her neck, her lips, her hips, her bosom, her waist, her collar bone, nothing isn't perfect. When they say that human females attract 80% of the world's species of animals, I add an extra ten for her. The sun must admit she's hotter and the moon that she's more elegant. There is not one who wouldn't agree with me here, I promise you. Did I mention her wit is up there with Albert Einstein and Marylin Vos Savant? I am a sucker for such, a sapiosexual in short and she made my mind twirl. Oh, you all will have to thank her too for introducing me to Wattpad. I never knew of it, I never used to read either. That was up until I found out it was her hobby and I made it mine just in the wish that it would make me more attractive to her that we would have something in common. Wishful idiocy? Well, what can I say? The things she made me do are insurmountable. I thought it was infatuation or a crush but those things last only up to eight months. Fifteen months later proved otherwise. It was more. It is more.