Love or insanity

Some years ago I met a guy. He was everything I ever dreamed of and from the very first time our eyes locked, I knew I was lost. We had just met but immediately bonded over the fact that some random guy was wearing dark sunglasses when it was already past midnight, I gently whispered “how is he even seeing” , we both looked at ourselves, laughed and went on to talk about the guys poor fashion choices. The night was beautiful, we talked for hours but unfortunately it was time to go home as the event we came for had ended. He asked for my phone number but I refused ( I don’t even know why, till this day), then to my surprise he didn’t try to convince me, he just said “alright, see you some other time”, gave me a really beautiful smile and walked away.

As I stood there watching him walk away, I realized I was foolish, how will you get to meet this guy again?, I asked my self. Then without thinking I immediately rushed to find him but I had lost him to the crowd. My walk home that night was really sad and lonely, what was a beautiful night had turned sour. As I approached the gate to my grandma’s, I saw a steady familiar figure standing beside my grandma’s house, I looked closely and immediately my face lighted for it was my man standing, he was waiting for the door to be opened (found out he was a neighbor later). I rushed to meet him and without a word, I took his phone from his hands, put in my number and like a little girl who had just been given candy, I ran inside my grandma’s with a very big smile on my face, feeling like all my prayers had been answered or so I thought.

You see, I had expected this guy, uhhmm, Andre with whom I had a beautiful time with to be as excited as I was and call me immediately but he never did, I waited for his call the next day all day but it never came, slowly hours turned into days. I was worried for I’ll soon be leaving town, I was only in town for the holidays and the holiday had ended, work would resume soon. I found myself being really sad and then I knew, I knew I was in love, it was too soon but what I was feeling was stronger than anything I’ve felt before.

I decided to play detective, I couldn’t go to his house, I didn’t want to look crazy. All I had was his first name and a beautiful picture of what he looked like in my head but I was hopeful. I decided to ask my cousin about him, I figured she’ll know more, she lived with my grandma. Stay away, he is bad news, he is a liar, he isn’t good enough for you, he’ll break your heart, stump on it till its in pieces and leave you bleeding, she said. I thought everything she was saying was too harsh but today, looking back at all that has happened, I wish I listened.

Well, I didn’t, I thought she was insane and decided I was going to ignore everything she said. I was determined to find my man and nothing was going to stop me. I asked another cousin and thankfully this one had better things to say about him, she said he was a really cool guy and if I liked him, I should go for him. She went ahead to tell me all she knew about him including his last name. I was beyond grateful. Immediately, I took to facebook to search his name and there he was. I gave a deep sigh of relief for I had found him, I found my man.