Natalie's pov
I'm in love i said to myself thinking of the nights I cried and prayed God would give me someone that i could feel the same passion and energy with. His name is John. Apart from living in the same village, John and i never really talked. I was young 18 years old and he am not so sure but he was older than me, I mean thats what he said. My best friend and I were sitted at moms shop the first met i stared at him, he was smart, clean, he moved like he was scared of hurting the groud. So quite, he looked down all the time while he walked past us then turned around and said," hi ash. (Bestfriends name). "Yeah whatsup man", ash replied. I stared at him as he continued his journey.
That guy never says hi, I said. Its not like i was mad but it sort of made me feel insecure that he didn't stare at me. I'm i ugly? Wasn't i eye catching urgh I stood up and went to the house straight away to find what to eat. Thats what I always do when am so angry. Two days passed of just being at home and doing nothing but watch random things on my phone when i checked my Facebook requests. Oh no oh no i stood up and screwed on top of my voice. Jane(sister)," what is wrong with you shut up". She shouted. I sat down and looked at my phone again. It was him. John, i accepted the friend request and there and then he texted me,
John: hi
Me: halo
John: how are you
Me: am okay
Him: can I have your number
Me: no
I don't know why I never gave him my number, maybe because I was scared or nervous I had so many different emotions running inside me.
John: its okay we can jazz here.
