by Olwethu Zibi
I giggled and pulled her in again and kissed her. I couldn’t stop myself, I wanted to feel what she made me feel again. Because it was the best feeling ever.
Suddenly I understood the fuss that was made by my high school friends about their boyfriends, I understood why they were excited, I understood the butterflies they talked about. I literally wanted to go back to ‘My Future Book’ and put new pictures in. Her, me, a big house and a car. I suddenly understood all the lyrics to love songs. They knew what they were talking about, I was feeling it too. I could relate. Nothing was wrong with me. I was okay all along.
I pulled away, and she laughed, “are you sure you haven’t done this before?”
I looked away. She rested her hand on my chin and turned me around to face her again, “When will I see you again?”
I wanted to scream ‘every day’ or ‘whenever you want’ but I couldn’t. I didn’t want to seem crazy or desperate to see her again, besides, tomorrow was Christmas. So I shrugged, “when do you want to see me?”
“Tomorrow after the boring Christmas lunch. We can text.” She said making me smile. Knowing she wanted to see me sooner made me so happy. I wasn’t the only one getting attached, “I can’t wait.”
She pulled me in and pecked my lips before hugging me tight. I hugged her back and then pulled away.
“Text me when you get home Bianca.”
And she did. We texted until we met again on Christmas day, and we texted until my family told me they are coming back.
We met up the day I was supposed to go back to my home and I felt so sad.
“I’m going to miss you.”
“Me too. But we will meet, I will borrow my dad’s car and drive to you. You’re only 30 minutes away if I’m fast.”
We stood under a tree, and she took a broken bottle and started engraving a heart on the tree. I laughed, “what are you doing?”
“This is our meeting place. When I miss you, and we can’t meet, I’ll come here.”
I kissed her cheek, “you’re so beautiful Bianca.”
“You’re blind.” she said laughing, and I just smiled.
Soon I was going to go back to reality but December 2013 was the best for me. I felt like I restored a part of me I lost. Bianca had no idea what she had done. She more than kissed me, she gave me my life back… Now I had to figure out how to keep her a secret, because I couldn’t bare losing her or getting hate for loving her publicly.
© Olwethu Zibi 2023-08-10