The day I fell in love [Completed]

CHAPTER ONE

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I have always been a hopeless romantic. I have always been the girl who cried her heart out whenever she saw romance movies. I remember how hard I cried the first time I saw the movie Titanic and how miserable I felt when I saw the movie A Walk to Remember. I also recall how tears flooded my eyes as I saw the movie The Fault in Our Stars about two cancer patients who were in love. 

I have seriously lost count of the number of times I have drowned myself in tears while seeing a romance movie. And yeah, I love books and my favorite genre would be romance. That has to be the reason I can never get enough of Harlequins novel and the reason why Nicholas Sparks’ books never gets old to me. It took me two days to recover from the sadness one of his books the best of me made me feel.

I guess what I’m trying to say is I’m that kind of girl. I’m sure you are probably wondering what kind. The kind that loves love and good love stories. The kind that is thrilled by the idea of loving someone and being loved back in return. The kind that just loves the idea of being in love.

I felt love was a take as much as you give game and I equally felt that as long as I loved a boy and he loved me back in return, every other thing will fall in place and we would always be happy. I was wrong and I had to learn that. Not in a hard way but in a very slow and subtle way.

My name is Dee. I am 22 years old and this is my love story.
I ran a four year BSc program in a private University somewhere in the eastern part of Nigeria.

Attaining a BSc was the first step in achieving my long list of life goals. I was barely sixteen years of age when I attained admission into that institution to study accounting.

I was very naïve being a girl that rarely went anywhere asides from church and school. Not that I was a locked up kid, I just preferred staying home and drowning myself in some good books. Some say I’m introverted. That could be true to a reasonable extent.

I wasn’t socially awkward if that is what you are thinking. I had friends. Female friends. Given by the fact that I attended an all-girls secondary school. Yes, you are right if you are thinking I had no male friends. I had very slim opportunities to make male friends.

I had a crush at church but we barely spoke to each other because I was awfully shy around him and thinking about it now, it seemed he was shy too.

I remember my first encounter with a member of the opposite sex. It was an unexpected encounter. My classmate at school Emma had given my cellphone number to her cousin. She was a crazy person and she thought it would be fun matchmaking her cousin and I. He called a couple of times and we spoke.

He was an engineering student in the University and he sounded matured the times we spoke on the phone. One day on our usual phone conversations, he said he had had enough of hearing my voice over the phone and he wanted to see me. Half of me was excited.

Finally, I could share boy stories with my friends and not have to do the listening all the time. The other half was scared. I was scared of what he would think of me. I was scared he wasn’t going to find me attractive. I was scared our meeting up was going to be one huge mistake. Still, I summoned up courage and decided I was going to meet him.

It was a Friday and school ended by 1pm. I remember going home and I remember lying to my mother. I told her I had to go to my classmate’s house to collect my notebook which I had lent her earlier and which she forgot to bring along to school that day.