Love Won’t Wait For You | A True Love Story

Love won't wait for you

Love Won’t Wait For You -A True Love Story 


Her name was Patricia and like all love stories, she ignited my stale heart. I met her in Senior year at high school, she was this perfectly looking lady.
Oh,  the perfection of her hips and the beauty of her lips. From the first day I saw her I knew we were meant to be but I was shy to walk up to her.
Whenever I saw her, I’d just freeze and if she passes by me my lips would just seize; unable to utter words.
And so it happened that day; as was I walked through the hallway I accidentally bumped into her.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t see you coming,” I said with a low voice.
“It’s okay,” she responded. She kept on walking and I just stood there; staring at her hoping she’d turn back but she didn’t.
You know that saying ‘If she turns back then she loves you?’ Yeah! That’s the one. 
It was like a dream when our chemistry teacher made Patricia and I lab partners. I bless Mr Andrews even up till today. He opened the gates of our intimacy.
We’d go to the cafeteria together, go to the library together, even after we were done with the chemistry project. We’d exchange text, drop each other voice mails.
I’d say “Good night Baby”, she’d respond “Same dear”. Bolts of electricity were streaming through my veins, truthfully. I had become THOR – The god of thunder.
We’d hold hands in school, sit close to each other during classes.
We became so close, you’d think we were dating, except we weren’t. I was so scared to tell her how I felt, mostly frightened of rejection.
Surprisingly, Dave walked up to me one day. He was my friend, though we didn’t always see eye to eye.
Nonetheless, he asked if I was dating her and so I laughed and told me ‘No’ even though I wished we were. I had no idea what was gonna happen.
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“Hey Dave, where you at? Aren’t we studying together today?” I spoke through the phone.
“Uh, my mum has me doing chores at home. Sorry bro, another day,” he responded. 
I hung up the call and exhaled, laid on my couch and fantasied Patricia by my side.
“Son!” my mum yelled at me.
“Go get me some foodstuffs at the grocery store,” she said.
“But mum,” I whined. 
She gave me that look she always does whenever she wants something. Heh, you know that look parents give and it’s figuratively written all over their face, ‘If you don’t do this, Don’t you dare ask me for money’. Yeah! That’s the one.
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I left home to get her foodstuffs. The grocery store was just five streets away, no need to take a cab and so I walked.
On my way coming back, I passed by a restaurant and heard someone giggle. I stopped. 
“I know that sound,” I said to myself.
I looked around and saw through the transparent glass, Dave and Patricia sitting in the restaurant having a meal.
I became breathless, I went into the restaurant immediately. 
“So this is why you asked of I was dating her?!” I yelled as I grabbed him and hit on the face.
The Security men threw me out of the restaurant pronto. I felt a whole in my heart seeing them together. Tears streamed down my cheeks that moment.
And then I thought, ‘All those calls, text, voicemails, the sweet talks, dear, baby’. All for nothing?
I walked away slowly; my mind flooded with numerous thoughts. Little did I know, I had orbited towards the main road.
“Hey you! Get off the road!” an incoming driver yelled; horning several times.
I dragged myself home; my feeble legs found their way.
“Peter, Where’s the foodstuffs I sent you to buy?” Mum asked me.
“Uh, I-I,” I stuttered.
“I was mugged,” I responded.
“Oh, really? Hope you weren’t beaten?” she caressed my cheeks.
“No, no.”
“Go sit down, let me make you some sandwich,” she said.
I laid down on the couch. My soul was withered, my mind scattered, my heart shattered. 
I know what you’d be thinking; I lied when I said I was mugged huh? Come to think of it, wasn’t I?
Dave stole my crush and crushed by heart. I was blindly deceived by his good intentions.
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My name is Peter, I used to think Love Was The best thing that can happen to someone until I experienced an heartbreak.
THE END
WRITTEN BY
PRAISE OSAWARU

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