Almost: In The Nick Of Time (ATNOT)

First Impressions

There is this one that I loved. Darn I should tell you how. . . !
How she was, how it felt being with her and how my world stopped when I looked at her.

This is not a consolation, but a reminder of those memories that I embrace today.
Memoirs of the girl.... The girl I never had.
It has not been easy especially the rounds of feel we had to take. At times I think I was a fool with chances at stake.
Sadly I blew them up like the candles that lit the dinner dates I imagined we would have.
Sincerely speaking I had a chance a while back but held back because I felt too young and my feelings seemed like infatuation heightened by puberty.
We were both in primary school and got to be in the same class thrice for seven years.
I loved this more because I ended primary school with her;in the same class.

Unfortunately growing up in an African set up demanded basic norms and virtues. In many instances,especially at school boy-girl relationship wasn't advocated for especially at a tender age. Yes it was part of growing up but grown ups sensitized on self control. This was not a walk in the park for the victims and later became done with as day does with night in simultaneous slow motion.
And so I was the obedient type and she was also conservative and obedient.
She was light skinned,had dark hair which she didn't like to embrace for reasons best known to her,Her hair had bits of grey shades. Her left hand had a wart, a black wart that resembled a pawpaw seed(a fact that she always refuted)
She was tall about my height, and had a wide jaw bone. Her fingers and toes were small and I always loved holding hands with her whenever I got the chance.

I loved her eyes. They were white matched with black pupils. It made it look like two black pearls in a glass of milk.
Her voice was tender and I liked it when she called me Mr. Bean.
She found me amusing in the many instances we interacted and hence gave me a nickname.