He hoped he would have the strength to do what was right…but did he want to do what was right? Or was he just seeking his own happiness in it somewhere? I never knew and probably never will.
It was the first fashion show I was doing. This was when I first met him. I noticed him standing at the other end of the room he was wearing quarter length combats, sneakers and an unusual top which did not go with either combats or sneakers it was rather odd he always use to dress like that and perhaps he still does. I can’t exactly say that the first time I met him it was “magical” because it wasn’t. We had completely different views about each other; it’s bizarre how we judge people just by their outer shell. We ultimately became friends and that friendship developed and grew so swiftly that I didn’t realise I was falling in love with him, by the time I realised it, it was too late. Some part of me wasn’t ready to expect it. Neither of us were ready for a relationship just yet; it was because the experience form the past relationship was still lurking over us. This wasn’t pleasant to feel, but when I was with him it made me forget about everything and everybody, like there was nothing for me to worry about, nothing at all.
![Was this it. I had a feeling it was something to do with Papa Ji[3]. Every other day I had gone to visit him in the hospital. I never said anything except from hello and that I was really missing him at home](https://mbt-essays-prod-public.s3.eu-west-1.amazonaws.com/77362/listing/77362_1.jpg)
