Walking a lone path is often a beautiful one.
You can’t fool me.
So, just like all love stories start, I was nervous. I had been waiting outside the Cinema for 30 minutes. She was late. Was she even going to turn up? I weighed the possibilities over and over again. Has she found the right cinema? Is she ill? Did some hunk lure her away? I didn’t know, because she never carried a phone around with her. Still, I kept hopelessly checking my phone like a camel waiting for snow.
10 minutes until the film. There was still no sign. Endless people holding hands around me and there I was, alone. I felt angry at her. I couldn’t believe she had stood me up, I even put my best tie on, which looked odd for a 17 year old. I imagined her coming round the corner, smiling, with a hastened stressed look across her face, in a cute way. She would apologise and then kiss me, even though we had just met. If a boy can’t dream, then what hope do we have?
I had enough, she wasn’t coming. Just as all hope was lost, there she was, a brown haired petit girl. Her cheeks made roses consort with envy. Her eyes looked like a dark abyss of thought. Her lips curled in a pleasantly small manner, while her cheeks slowly moved upwards as she saw me.
I am pleased to say she did apologise, however a kiss was not received until after the film. 7 long months of heaven cradled me. I learned that once you have had a taste of heaven, any other paradise can not compare.
Congratulations, you look like a pouting penis.
Sometimes we have to take a leap of faith.