I have new neighbour and I suspect they have a gorgeous daughter. My bedroom window and hers overlook each other. If this was a G-rated Hollywood blockbuster movie, this would be the beginning of an imperfectly perfect love story.
Boy meets new pretty neighbour. She says she’s Tess, he says he’s Simon. Boy and girl start playing together. Boy playfully kisses girl. Girl blushes. They grow up. She leaves for Guadalahara to study Zoology. Boy hopelessly watches as she leaves in her dad’s car. She cries as she waves goodbye. He cries alone later that night. She comes back with a boyfriend. His name is Steve and is built like an army man, the ones in Nanyuki. But she’s miserable with Steve. She confesses to Steve that she isn’t and will never be happy without Simon. She stomps out and calls Simon. Simon arrives drenched from the heavy downpour that day. Tess hears him arrive and rushes out. He finds Simon kneeling in the rain with a ring held up towards her. She says “Yes!” The embrace and kiss in the rain. Steve is crying but we can’t tell he’s crying because he’s standing in the rain too. Roll end credits.
Sadly, this won’t be the case with us.
She’s come here too late. I am in my early twenties and life is looking foggy. The road map isn’t clear yet and I’m just groping around in the dark. Like Blinky Bill, I’m just winging it. And when you’re winging it, you need not involve someone in such a perilous activity lest they go down with you. You risk it alone.
What I’m saying is all I could offer her now is dick, weed and great conversations. And that’s a bitter pill to swallow.