In a morning that was not like other, it's raining and am still in bed, not asleep,but waiting for the six alarm to ring! I spent a sleepless night, i feel so tired, but not tired from looling at her picture on my phone. The pic of the gal who took my sleep with her to the plaim that flew her to US.
Laury, that's her name. The only gal i'ver loved! Don't be offended if i ever lied to you that i loved you, may be i was right, but it never was as much as i love my Laurita.
She just left with her family to US, and the pain of saying good bye is burning my thaughts and can't let me rest. It's hard for you to understand what i feel, unless you know the story of a young man and a cute girl, who fall in love in their last year of their school, both for their first time ever.
You'll have to know my love story for you to understand my sad current one. Am no longer feeling complete, for you to understand, you need to know how i discovered my harf, my other hand,my other lip, my other me,but my only love.
Now she just left to a far away continent, it'll probably take five yeas before i see her again! I still remembeq the firt time we met...
It was a monday, the first one of sept of that year,the day to start my final year in high school. My dad, who was my maths teacher,had told me the previous night that a new girl was coming from rwanda. He had given her a math's exam to test if she could stay in year 7. She's good in maths, my dad kept on repeating. I thaught this was a way of him informing me that i have got some competition,...
Normaly,new girlr don't interest me. But that morning, i was so impatient to see this girl from Kigali that my dad had been complimenting...
