FOUR DATES BEFORE YOU

MIRABLE'S POV Welp!, this might as well be the end of me , ~ i thought to my self as i paraded my supervisor's office with a disappionted look , I’m to write this reference again ? REFERENCE!! i mean , no think about it , who rewrites a reference ?.i’m a 19 years old girly in final year , but trust me when i say my back is currently on the way to being 74,i leisurely dragged my feet on my way back to my hostel. it was a few blocks from my department , the purple walls mortified me,but on the other hand I’m reminded of the of the fact that i would be leaving this school in two months. I pulled off my face cap to reveal my eyes which are a bit down shaped , my full lips , to be fair is one of my best features . The sun kissed me and my face tickled , i ran inside to avoid the fury of the sun , it is nearly summer and the weather , i cant particularly say is friendly. I got to my hostel so fast i could compete with the flash ,in the snug 4 by 6 hostel bed , i stood tall at 5'8, my fair complexion constrasting with the worn out sheets draped over the small bed , despite the limited space , my presence was striking --my ample breast and full lips adding a touch of allure gainst the backdrop of cramped quauters shared with my roommate that settles opposites me , my hips sways as i move, seemed to navigate the tight cofines with a natural grace , hinting at a hidden elegance wihin the modest setting , I ploped down and embraced the comfort of my duvet as i drifted to sleep , a loud noise that mimicked the sound of a jet made me jump out of my beloved slumber , 'I must be crazy, why did i sset this ring tone again ?' okay Hold up ive been really cursing at my self lately I better pick this call, i quickly swipped right on my iphone 8 , then ''MIRABEL!!!!!!!!'' a loud scream follwed right after and i knew i was in trouble , my best friend ella , calls me atleast 2ce a day which i genuiely dont understand why ,but i welcomed it anyway. "why havent you been responding to my call? " wait did i also tell you shes a nut job , that drives me crazy , but a kind of crazy i can work with and wouldnt trade for anyone ? "I’m sorry , i have been in an out of my department , my supervisor asked me to rewrite my reference " I confessed "rewrite your reference "? she responded in disbelive "Anyway i have the right thing to cheer you up!" she said so excited oh God please no! Ella is very smart but mischievous and im certainly not in the mood for her tri--- "I’ve found he perfect guy for you!" oh no , this is definetly going to be disatrous , "please dont , please ella----" Her incessant prattle abruptly silenced my words mid'sentence , oh God i dont have energy for this , i thought to my self My idea of men is totally different from hers, while she takes two working days to fall in love i ussaully take forever , which mean while we're still on the path. i cant really say i have ever fallen in love , i can only say i mingled because society wants me to. i shut her out , engulfed by my own worries as a final - year student striving for a first class degree , burdened further by an insufferable supervisor demanding yet another revision of a troublesome reference. ************** Reality has finally caught up with me as I bid farewell to school. Now what? Surrounded by love yet feeling lonely, I face the mandatory post-university service with apprehension. Change scares me, and heading to a new state where I know no one is daunting. Will it turn out alright? As an ambivert, my own personality puzzles me - one moment craving change, the next resisting it. After a lengthy flight, I arrived at my destination, already missing home. The gates creaked open to reveal sprawling compounds and bustling activity. "People everywhere," I muttered irritably. Privacy seemed like a luxury I wouldn't have for the next three weeks. Two weeks into this experience, mixed emotions set in. I've made new friends, shared laughter, and tried activities like rope climbing and horseback riding - enjoyable moments amidst a sea of faces, yet none that truly captivate me. "Maybe I'm the issue," I murmured, forgetting my friend was beside me. "Mirabel!" Her voice pierced through my thoughts, pulling me back to the present. "Not this again. How many times do I have to tell you? It's fine not to click with everyone. You'll find Mr. Right, I promise." "Yeah, maybe," I replied half-heartedly. We lapsed into a comfortable silence, the warmth of her reassurance lingering. Then, something caught my eye. Squinting against the harsh sunlight, I spotted him – a dark-skinned man, his body glistening with sweat. Taking a moment to study him, he possessed a sturdy build and lips that were almost too cute. He stood a few inches taller than me, his face framed by a full beard that added a touch of severity. Clad in a snug white round-neck top and rolled-up tracks revealing toned calves, his muscular arms hinted at strength that made me imagine them encircling my petite frame. His lips were shaped like a heart, painted a soft pink. I couldn't tear my gaze away. He cleared his throat, breaking the intensity of my scrutiny. "It wouldn't be so bad to feel exposed," I murmured aloud. "Exposed? I was just asking about the party," he replied, looking bemused. "Oh no, did I say that out loud?" I blurted, my cheeks aflame with embarrassment. Struggling to collect my thoughts, I attempted to speak, but words failed me. With a shake of his head, he turned and walked away. I was left burning with shame, wishing fervently for the ground to swallow me whole. Hastening back to my room, I allowed myself to retreat into daydreams. In the ensuing days, one stark realization dawned upon me: he could never be interested in someone like me – a peculiar oddity. Among a crowd of over a thousand, what were the odds of seeing him again? Time dragged on, yet thoughts of him persisted, tantalizing my imagination with countless possibilities. Was this the sensation of s****l attraction that had eluded me until now? Whenever his image crossed my mind, my skin tingled with anticipation, my mouth watered, and unfamiliar sensations rippled through my body. Someone, please, help me make sense of this! As the camp drew to a close, the atmosphere was a mix of joy and sadness. Goodbyes were exchanged amidst smiles and hugs, anticipation mingled with nostalgia. While the prospect of returning home to familiar comforts and loved ones was comforting, there was a twinge of melancholy at leaving behind the newfound experiences and camaraderie. Despite the connections made, I couldn't quite label anyone as a friend just yet. Standing in line to collect my exit pass, my thoughts scattered like leaves in the wind when a familiar presence loomed before me. My palms grew clammy, my heart skipped a beat. Thoughts of this man had plagued me, and just as I thought I was moving on, here he was, unexpectedly appearing. Various thoughts raced through my mind. "Does he remember me?" "What does he think of me?" Before I could gather myself, a rich, melodic voice broke through my reverie. "Mirabel, right?" he stated, his gaze steady. "Huh? How do you... huh, know my name?" I stuttered, trying to make sense of the situation. "Your ID card," he confessed with a chuckle. Embarrassed, I glanced down and saw my name boldly written on my chest. I cursed myself inwardly for yet another awkward moment. He continued to chuckle softly beside me. "I'm Tyler," he said, looking down at me. The height difference now strikingly apparent, I suddenly felt small in his presence. "I'm sorry about last time," I managed to say, my voice wavering slightly. The evening unfolded in a surprising turn of events. We talked and laughed, effortlessly sharing stories and jokes. Tyler's humor was infectious, and I found myself drawn to him in ways I hadn't expected. In that fleeting moment, amidst the fading sunlight and the chatter of departing campmates, I wondered if I could be on the verge of falling in love. We shared such delightful moments together, and when my best friend asked yet again about Tyler, I couldn't help but reminisce. "It's a shame we don't talk anymore," she remarked. I held back tears, reflecting on how I had believed we had a future together, that I had finally found someone. To recap: I was dressed casually in shorts, a white tank top, and a jean shirt, perhaps not the typical attire for an art cinema, but comfort mattered more. Arriving with anticipation, I met him there, looking as charming as ever. We explored various artworks, but his gaze lingered on one—a painting of a woman's bloom. I sensed a spark in his eyes as he pulled me close, kissing me passionately. His touch ignited a deep response in me; I couldn't help but moan softly. Security interrupted us, adding an embarrassing thrill to our moment. Yet, that kiss felt final. I realized I couldn't keep compromising and giving more than receiving in our relationship. That wasn't love as it should be. And that was the end with Tyler.