Of the women I met in campus, she was by far the most beautiful, loveliest, strongest, charming and the real definition of a beauty with brains. Everywhere she went, she astonished people. For her it was always brains first then beauty later, and she was perfect because the Master did not deny her the beauty either. She was everything the women out there would have loved to be.
I may have been whipped but it is better to state facts than just hide behind the curtains of a mature woman for a girlfriend. She was perfection in itself and there was no way I was giving that up. I had never met a woman who knew what she wanted and how to get that which she wanted. It was like she was from a new planet and brought to me. More often than not I felt so undeserving of her. Sometimes I had to question myself and thank my lucky starts for being with me and even the universe for playing the very best of cards to get me the gem that was mine.
Mine, it really felt good to call her that. She was mine, not mine as in property, but she was mine, I wish you would understand the thrill that came with her belonging to me. It was like she pulled all the blinds on me to the point that she was the only woman I could see. Not that I was complaining and not that I am complaining. She was mine.
Her intelligence was the one thing that I had to deal with considering my upbringing was somewhat different. From where I came, women were supposed to be trophies for the men to parade, and that’s why they had to be very beautiful. It did not matter whether or not they were like blanks fired from a gun, what mattered was that they were fired anyways. But she was obviously not going to be a trophy, in fact, I was so sure she was going to be the woman of my life that I did not think I had anything to lose.
The women were supposed to be submissive, slaves even in the relationship, but somehow I was sure she was never going to be the stereotypic woman that my family had encountered over the years. And I must admit it was exciting to know what I was going to deal with when I got home because obviously I was going to ring this woman. Sometimes she got on my nerves but that’s how relationships work, you have to fight here and there but still manage to cuddle each other whenever.
I know I got on her nerves too at first, not that I didn’t over time, but the first time, I knew I was pissing her off. Y’know the first time, she had a meeting till late, and obviously she was tired but I had waited for her to prepare meals because I was taught that cooking was a woman’s job. During the time she was in her meeting, I was with my FIFA squad playing all through. If you have played FIFA, then you know just how addictive the game could get, it’s like nothing was more important than the matches we played. It never really mattered and sometimes we could go for hours on end without even realizing just how fast time went by. Somewhere at the back of my mind I knew I could help her, but my upbringing couldn’t allow me. Not even when I wanted to. I know it sounds unfair but we telling truths here ayt. I blame so much on my upbringing that somehow I feel like I was cursed, not that I was…..To be continued.
I know while you are reading this you expect some sappy ending or sad ending, but then our ending hasn’t yet arrived.
Until next time.
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