I read that text over and over. I was really excited, but experience had taught me not to over jubilate. I had to remain steady in order to get her to fall deeper. This wasn’t the time to start slacking and making all sorts of silly emotional mistakes.
The next day at school, I just stared at her and smiled. I didn’t want to act so excited so she starts messing up again. I made her feel like it’s no big deal if she loves me. I remember sending her a text a girl sent me (a girl from my JHS. Remember I told you I was so popular). The text suggested that she liked me, indirectly. That was all a part of the master plan to make Naana like me and it all played out nicely.
So I wasn’t gonna act like she’s the whole world to me anymore. She’s special, yes, but not my entire universe. That was the message I was passing across.
She was nicer to me, I wasn’t seen around her every time. I would always try not to get too close that often. She was pushed by my actions to show more love, and eventually to fall a bit deeper.
We were getting to the end of our final year and here I was, again, playing with love issues.
* * *
With time, things got hotter till she was calling me at least twice a day. During one of our conversations I asked her:
“So what happens to your guy?”
“He is not my guy. What will be will be”
She kept telling me that till she actually ended the so called relationship. The guy wasn’t really bothered. I on the other hand was extremely excited! Finally, a turn around of events.
I had always imagined that the day she loves me back, I’d jump and shout “YES” and all, but the way it all happened, I was too cautious to be that excited.
* * *
I invited her to my house one Saturday. She was happy she was going to see my parents. Officially we weren’t dating, but technically we had chosen each other and that was good enough.
I was nervous. That was the first time I was really really bring a girl home as my friend.
My mum was receptive as expected. She made my nervousness vanish with her warmness towards Naana. After the greetings and introduction and all the exchanges you can think of, I took her to my room.
It wasn’t messy at all, come on, I was expecting her. I had done my cleaning nicely, or so I thought. She still found a few things to complain about. Why is this like that, why is that part dusty, why is this part this way… Mehn!!
I was cool with all that. I had to manage. I didn’t give her much explanation but I wasn’t harsh on her either, it’s her first visit.
Knowing her, I felt she would be uncomfortable if I tried any silly thing on our first ‘room meeting’. I decided to keep off entirely.
She sat on my bed, I sat in my chair while we talked. She said she was tired and ended up lying down.
As she lay there on my bed, I looked at her in the mirror on my table and thought. “Wow! I can’t believe this girl is on my bed” I just admired her nicely formed figure.
To be continued…