07-31-2016, 05:47 PM
When I was 15, I was in love with a girl that I'd met when I was 14. We had a turntable and my cousin, since dead, gifted me a 33 1/3 LP of Paganini. Whenever I heard 'Variations on a theme by Rossini' I thought of her. She had a notebook of mine with some feeble attempts at imitating Kahlil Gibran, and liked it. I believe her boyfriend was a gym rat, but she liked my notebook, and that gave me quite a kick.
A year later, they moved to another city. This was pre-internet, so that effectively cut us off. At 19, I tried to track down her dad's co-ordinates by visiting the local branch of the company her dad used to work in, but got nowhere. When I got off the bus, it started to rain and I got drenched. I felt like I was living a movie, and that got me somewhat thrilled, enough to write a few poems.
I still don't know what became of her, thank god.
A year later, they moved to another city. This was pre-internet, so that effectively cut us off. At 19, I tried to track down her dad's co-ordinates by visiting the local branch of the company her dad used to work in, but got nowhere. When I got off the bus, it started to rain and I got drenched. I felt like I was living a movie, and that got me somewhat thrilled, enough to write a few poems.
I still don't know what became of her, thank god.
~ I think I just quoted myself - Achebe