Her kind of love
My lover has never taken our weekly date for granted, and this Easter weekend wasn’t going to be any different, or so I thought. He takes his time to get ready every Thursday before we meet, I know this because, he looks impeccable and you can almost tell that he had some help but one thing is certain; he never exceeds 4:30 pm at our favorite spot, Downtown. That was where all the magic began, about a month ago. It took a lot of convincing from people before I decided to give my lover an opportunity to woo me. Probably the best decision I ever made and trust me when I say; it was love at first taste. Not in my wildest imagination did I expect such overwhelming burst of emotions.
I decided to look extra special for my lover, in honor of the Easter celebration, but I made sure I didn’t get to our usual spot late. I arrived at exactly 3:40 pm, and I watched people troop in and out of the restaurant. 4:37PM and my lover wasn’t around, which was rather unusual and it got me worried, I began to imagine all sort of scenarios in my head. Good lord! What if my lover was in danger? Or what if I had been jilted once again? What if my love was being shoved back in my face again? What if I… Sweat started dripping all over my body especially in places I didn’t believe I could sweat. I felt faint, my heart began to race as though I was trying P90x for the first time. I was lost. Then finally I saw my lovers escort, I gave a sigh of relief.