I sat there from afar and watched him, everything
about him. The way he unconsciously played with his hair and rolled each strand
into a curl that eventually straightened out. His hair was a bit too feminine,
a bit too “taken care of”, his shoes a bit too clean and his shirt a bit too
pink, but all of these were incomparable to deep admiration I had developed for
him over the past few months. I could even say I was falling in love with him,
but I considered that to be a bit too strong of an expression.
I noticed how
conscious he was of how he looked. I had been staring at him for just 5 minutes
and he had checked the mirror more than 7 times. I don’t exactly blame him; eyes
that shade of gorgeous brown are worth self-admiration. I was a bit jealous though,
he was taking out too much time to stare at himself, when that was clearly my
job. His name was Ade Williams, he lived not too far away from my house and
that was all the information I had of him, much to my displeasure. He was
always on his phone and I wondered who he was always talking to. Did he have another girlfriend? Was he seeing
someone else? Was he kissing other lips? How could he possibly be betraying
what we share? That’s unfair. Irrespective of the fact that he’s unaware of my
existence, he still had to respect how I feel about him.
I stared at him more
intently and realised how smooth his skin was, not a single strand of hair,
even on his arms. I closely watched how he played with his ear with one hand,
while texting with the other. He had three piercing on one ear and two on the
other, and they were all coloured studs. I sat there and observed the way he
moved, the way he sneezed, the way he yawned, the way he moved his feet on the
ground, and even the way he blinked. He was so handsome; the structure of his
face was one that must have been created when the creator just finished having
some good lasagne. He was astonishingly good looking, and the perfect shape of
his small pink lips was to die for.
My best friend sat beside me and tapped me
back to consciousness. “I did my findings about your crush guy, amongst
everything I found out, it might interest you to know that he’s into boys” she
said. “Into boys?” I asked, in complete awe, well aware of what that meant but hoping
she implied something else. “He’s gay” she said and I felt my heart fall to the
ground. My nightmare suddenly became a reality.
