...As he held my hand and unashamadely poured out his heart rthrough his tears with his head bent on my knees, I knew we were meant to be.I finally felt what I had been looking for. What I have needed to feel through the past three relationships that I had had.
As I stroked his head since thtat was the only way i new to take away his pain, I recalled our first encounter.I was walking home. I usually walk that long stretch home for only two reasons; I was either broke and could not afford the fare home or I needed to think. On this particular Sunday afternoon, well, it was both. Theen, from nowhere, a man walks across the road to say hello and includes in his unwelcome pleasantries a previous meeting we had which for the life of me, I could not recall. Not that I tried anyway.He keeps talking on and on and since i am not known for my subtilty, I bluntly ask him to conclude the conversation since I needed to go home and sleep.
To cut the tale short, I eneded up writing his number on a piece of paper and stuffed it somewhere in my bag. he told me that if I called, then we would talk and hang. his way of distinguishing himself from the other men who call the lady a million times after insisting on having their contacts. His was a different style he said.
Incase my stuffing of the paper somewhere in my bag is not indication enough that I was not going to call him, I have news, I did not call-immediately. I was in a lovng relationship heading to the altar and I had read in some book that cheating also included emotions.So, I did not want to cheat on my man which meant not starting relationships whose future I did not know with men especially.
Well, life is life. When my man suddenly decided that I was not enough and that he needed a woamn of his stature, one with a real proffessssion- I am an actor you see(ofcourse pun intended)-, I did locate that piece of paper and bluntly accepted his offer to hang....
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