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- Te-ai gândit vreodată ce s-ar fi intamplat dacă totul ar fi mers exact cum ți-ai fi dorit tu? il intreb privindu-i în continuare ochii de jad ce mă fixau de mult.
Pe chip îi apare o încruntătură iar pentru o clipă cred că ar să se enerveze pe mine pentru simplul fapt că sunt prea curioasă. Insă treptat, încruntătura urâtă dispare iar pe chip îi înflorește un zâmbet dulce. E frumos când zâmbeste. Mă priveste incă puțin si își
trece mâna prin par înainte de a-mi raspunde.
- Dacă lucrurile s-ar fi petrecut cum mi-as fi dorit eu, nu eram aici cu tine acum, la o intâlnire, atingându-tipielea catifelată. La care crede-ma ca ma gândesc de la petrecerea aia idioată a lui Blake, când ai purtat costumul ala de baie ce arăta atât de bine pe tine.
Spune si se apropie mai mult de mine.
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*please I wrote this story at 16/17. I'm 28 and I crying because I would rewrite this in a heartbeat especially coz I sound crazy* so read with caution* I fell in love. I fell in love with a fairytale. Oh Yes I did. You know that one story that gives every little girl hope out there that good things comes to those who wait even in rare but simple gems like a glass slipper. This hope carried me far and beyond. It's a fairytale that is relatable to any prospect of life. There will be your evil stepmother and evil stepsisters, your fairy godmother and your one true prince. It is a fairytale that understands the element of surprise: That what we seek can sometimes appear right in front of us without knocking on our doors. Most especially, it's a fairytale that understand the importance of love: A true prince may not come in shape of perfection but regardless of the imperfections and flaws, he would still remain perfect in your eyes. Regardless of its flaws, Africa was my father and Nigeria was my prince. Africa was my birthplace, born to the greatest warriors on the planet: Shaka Zulu, Nelson Mandela, Cleopatra, Kofi Annan even Didier Drogba the famous footballer. Most especially it was my home. It was the place I learnt to walk, talk, run and now 200000 feet above the ground I look down at my home. Little lights flickering everywhere like fireflies contrasting with the dark night. Maybe one day I will come back to my father. My prince. My Ile.
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