I could've done anything with him that night, all he had to do was ask. I wouldn't care a bit about what people would say, because they speak shit about everyone anyhow.
But Roan proved he wasn't the same. He proved not all guys are the same. Most people always slid down their hand all the way from my waist to my hip while dancing. They'd tell me how hot I was like I was a cup of coffee, wanted to kiss me like my kiss was a trophy, stare at my breast while talking, check out my ass I bent. I've always been objectified as if I'm just the part of my body and not an entire person, not a being but an animal valued for its' parts.
But Roan, he wasn't the same. He'd tell me how beautiful I was, not in looks but also as a person. He'd tell me how lovely he felt holding my hand and talking about anything and everything. And he'd kiss my forehead and tell me I was stupid but he loved me.
Sometimes I wish to unmeet him. Good people don't last long, and love doesn't stay forever and the mere thought of him leaving me made me weep. But the other times I just loved him and him being in my life.
That night after the moon light started getting dim, we sneaked out of the place to go to the rooftop of the building I've spent my entire childhood on. As we climbed up to the twenty storied building, I told him about my memories of there.
"Okay so you're gonna be one of the few people to know my favourite place. As a kid, I and sarah would climb up here and throw water at random people. They would all go nuts. Once someone informed the police about the nuisance and we hid inside that tank and eventually fell asleep until the next morning. We were never allowed to meet each other again. But that was fun I tell you. The is also the place where I had my first kiss."
I giggled. I asked him to tell me about his first kiss. He blushed and said he never had one, still waiting for the perfect one.
In a world full of anger, hate and jealousy I found my God and I couldn't help but cry because everyone thought I was gonna lose him and to a certain extent, I did to.
I feared that but I never let him know.
"Why don't you tell me about your first kiss", He said. And so I did, except the part that I never wanted that kiss and it was forged and how much I wished to undo it.
To be continued.....
But Roan proved he wasn't the same. He proved not all guys are the same. Most people always slid down their hand all the way from my waist to my hip while dancing. They'd tell me how hot I was like I was a cup of coffee, wanted to kiss me like my kiss was a trophy, stare at my breast while talking, check out my ass I bent. I've always been objectified as if I'm just the part of my body and not an entire person, not a being but an animal valued for its' parts.
But Roan, he wasn't the same. He'd tell me how beautiful I was, not in looks but also as a person. He'd tell me how lovely he felt holding my hand and talking about anything and everything. And he'd kiss my forehead and tell me I was stupid but he loved me.
Sometimes I wish to unmeet him. Good people don't last long, and love doesn't stay forever and the mere thought of him leaving me made me weep. But the other times I just loved him and him being in my life.
That night after the moon light started getting dim, we sneaked out of the place to go to the rooftop of the building I've spent my entire childhood on. As we climbed up to the twenty storied building, I told him about my memories of there.
"Okay so you're gonna be one of the few people to know my favourite place. As a kid, I and sarah would climb up here and throw water at random people. They would all go nuts. Once someone informed the police about the nuisance and we hid inside that tank and eventually fell asleep until the next morning. We were never allowed to meet each other again. But that was fun I tell you. The is also the place where I had my first kiss."
I giggled. I asked him to tell me about his first kiss. He blushed and said he never had one, still waiting for the perfect one.
In a world full of anger, hate and jealousy I found my God and I couldn't help but cry because everyone thought I was gonna lose him and to a certain extent, I did to.
I feared that but I never let him know.
"Why don't you tell me about your first kiss", He said. And so I did, except the part that I never wanted that kiss and it was forged and how much I wished to undo it.
To be continued.....
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