"Love, it was so foreign"
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Sunday.
The day she was waiting for.
Dressed in her white dress, she begin to fix her face like probably almost all girls would do.
Never did she imagine that she would be giggling in front of the mirror, as she placed her light pink lip balm near her puckered lips.
She was so excited, that she forced herself to sleep last night just so her eyebags would not be big.
In her life time this was her first date, and she was encited with the idea that she almost planned everything that would or could actually happen.
The sound of perfume sprayed flash at the room in a quick motion as it's fragrance diffuses.
She began to relax.
Inhale. Exhale.
Inhale. Exhale.
She thought she forgot to breathe.
" Dear, would you go out for the church?" Her aunt asked her after knocking in her close doors.
" Uh, yes." She said facing the door.
"Do you like to come with us? We are also going there?" As her aunt 'Floris' opened the door.
She smiled sweetly, flashing her dress.
" No, I got company."
Floris raised an eyebrow for her while walking toward her, straighting a creased part of her dress.
" Kinda" she answered.
" Ah, and who is that, does your parents know?" Uhoh.
So quickly she gave Floris a peck on her cheeks and ran towards her door shouting.
" Maybe!"
The sound of her heels click thought the house as she ran towards the door.
Sighing she saw the bright light as she step away from the door.
Only to be greeted by one of the person's she least but yet expected.
Brent
" Ah, there you are, here's your boyfriend Brent, why don't you go to the church?" Her grandmother.
" He's not my boyfriend" she said that politely.
" Ah iho, what are you doing here?" Finally her grandma found her tone was not joking and asked that.
He said shyly scratching the back part of her neck, she had to admit she was irritated and she never knew why.
But what she saw was the guy she was supposed to meet. She hid her smile at the thought.
" Ah I came for asking if I could court her." He said avoiding her gaze, he was always the shy type.
Her grandma looked at her expectantly.
Damn time was running out as she ride the tricycle towards the guy who was probably waiting for her.
Her confrontation a while ago was scary, she did not want to hurt him but what could she do?
He was not what her heart wanted.
So just a while ago, she told him to stop. Because she knew she could never love him back the way he did.
She could literally see the pain in his eyes, but it was for the best.
And as she faced the black and white pavements of stone she passed by she remembered her confrontation with her grandmother.
Her grandmother asked her, why she did not give him a chance. That the boy had a good reputation and she would learn to love him over time but what she only said was,
" I am sorry grandma, but you can never teach a heart how to love, especially when it already found its teacher."
For she could not find her heart in Brent, and right now she's riding towards her's.
