the END?

 

We met on a warm october afternoon at the cafeteria. I had just started college that fall but due to crazy family issues I arrived at campus late. All the dorms were taken so I had to stay off campus where I made some of my greatest friends yet. I was new on campus so I just tagged along everywhere and apparently there was some lunch invite and I just happened to attend. As I wasn't originally invited to this lunch I found myself at the end of multiple joined tables.

It was also about this time that I figured out that as long as there was music I would always move my body anywhere and that laughter was my response to a whole lot of feelings because life was so bleak. I remember feeling anxious because there were so many girls and guys that looked way cooler than I was and I had just turned seventeen so imagine the existential crisis. 

And there you were at the other side of my table just staring . It wasn't at that point, that I noticed your humongous head because it was big but your smile was so radiant and you looked genuinely interested in what I had to say. It was the first time I  had laughed till my cheeks hurt. 

I remember you introducing yourself as Martin Luther King Jr and saying the most ridiculous shit after "i have a dream". During this entire conversation filled with utmost clownery now that I think about it, I didn't care about the glares I was getting around the table because in my seventeen year old mind I was getting attention from a guy and the whole world could suck it.

Little did I know that you would ruin my life, it was the beginning of the end.

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  1. Aroo27 September 2023 at 12:56

    Just the beginning beautifully captures the essence of those early college days. The mix of excitement, anxiety, and the unexpected encounter... it's so relatable. Looking forward to hearing more about your journey and how things unfolded in this great masterpiece of yours!

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  2. NotSoWickedIgboWoman27 September 2023 at 13:42

    Thank you so much and look forward to it.

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  3. NotSoWickedIgboWoman29 September 2023 at 22:06

    Thank you

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  4. NDU CHISOM4 October 2023 at 23:33

    This is so relatable

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