We were left with about thirty minutes before we could be dismissed for the August holiday. Her blood boiled within her as impatience and expectations ran through her mind. I had promised her that we were going to my place together after school. This girl knew the depth of the pure undiluted love I had for her at the same time, she also knew how much of an expert I was at bottling up my affection.

She was the reason why I quickly understood reproduction in Science, banking and money in Commerce and mupanda and chivakashure in Shona.

Two years earlier, she was the girl I had first laid my eyes on when she clearly had no idea or faith that one day her physique would be a tourist attraction for men. I saw potential in her and tried to accommodate it by offering the right kind of nutrients and a place were nothing had been sown before but she was busy trying to find self.

I loved her with every dream that wasn’t yet clear to me, every vision that was still in the pipeline and every hope of finding employment after school that I had. Even though she felt the same way, she was still immature to prove it verbally so she did the only thing she knew: muck around.

Tick tock, the siren finally rang kick starting our holiday, we quickly left the school premises headed for what we thought was “my place”. What she didn’t realise is that between the time I told her about going to my place and the time to go, I was busy drafting out another plan so when we’re on our way, I told her about the different change of plans and she didn’t take it lightly(girls will always be girls).

Our love was telepathic, at least that enough was clear, even though we felt the same way about each other, a proper relationship just seemed impossible and too much a burden. We had nobody to blame for that but ourselves and later came to the realisation that commiting isn’t that hard after all.

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