Just the Beginning!


If memory serves me correctly, I left lunch that day with a little more than just hurting cheeks. I also left with multiple butterflies fluttering around my stomach and, quite frankly, a dizzy head. You were truly a sight for sore eyes with an amazing sense of humor.

On the trip back with my friends and roommate, I replayed the entire event of the day in my head, gushing over the funny sentences and every other little detail. It was probably one of those nights I slept with a smile plastered all over my face.

Interestingly, when I woke up the next day, I realized that I did not know your name, and we, in fact, did not even exchange numbers. It was very frustrating for me as I could not attach a name to the face in my memories and dreams.

You were on my mind for days, "the funny cute guy who I met at lunch," but as they say, all good things come to an end. Thoughts of you were eventually eroded by classes, assignments, and papers. I was, after all, a student of English literature, and Professor Bennett was critiquing the first chapters of our novels next week.

I spent hours and hours in the library just skimming through books and novels, looking desperately to get inspiration for my first chapter. After an entire week of school characterized by a lack of inspiration, no pages, and extreme disappointment, I walked back to my off-campus housing with a couple of students who lived around. I can remember standing outside the gate of my living space when I got that call.

The number ended with a triple 3, and I almost did not pick up due to sheer exhaustion and a basic presence of "who the f***k is calling me." But then I picked up, and there you were, inviting me to a party the next day.

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  1. Ebubechukwu4 October 2023 at 16:34

    Love it! looking for to the next post!

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  2. NDU CHISOM4 October 2023 at 23:30

    The first paragraph kept me smiling and so as the rest of the story, please drop the rest of the story!

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  3. Aroo5 October 2023 at 19:53

    Your writing is really fascinating and captivating. I could feel the excitement and anticipation you had after that memorable lunch. The way you described the call with the triple 3s gave me a chuckle 😄Can't wait to read more about how this unfolds!

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  4. Timeyin6 October 2023 at 13:11

    So fascinating! Can't wait to find out what happens at the party, that's if you went.

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