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Not everything worth remembering is a huge moment. Sometimes it's a conversation, a look, a laugh, or simply a person who became important.
It started
quietly.
Looking back, there wasn't one giant moment that announced what this would become. There were just ordinary days, conversations and little moments that slowly became important.
The dining hall
I was prepping with Gracelda at the dining hall. Her friends came to sit nearby, and you were one of them. I didn't know it then, but I'd remember that place for a completely different reason.
The radioactivity program
Scientists came to talk about radioactivity. I sat beside you, and that became our first real conversation. Somewhere in that conversation, I started seeing you differently.
The first prayer
The school pastor asked everyone to hold a partner's hand while praying. I happened to be standing beside you. I held yours. It was simple. I never forgot it.
The conversations
Add Maths. Computer Science. Your Ghana Card. Silly conversations. Random conversations. Things that probably wouldn't seem important to anyone else.
The first answer
I asked what would happen if I told you I liked you. The answer wasn't what I hoped for. I went back to the dorm that night carrying more feelings than I knew what to do with.
The things
I remember.
This part isn't supposed to document every detail. Just a few things that stayed in my head.
Teaching you Add Maths.
Computer Science conversations.
Talking about silly things.
The little moments between everything else.
I kept pursuing you fo 9 months 😭😭🤦🏾. We got close. Close enough
that people already assumed there was something
between us.Honestly...i miss how close we were.
And then came the day I didn't have to wonder anymore.
The day you finally said we could be more than friends — quietly, privately, and in our own way.
Just one thing
you should know.
Pink and black are your favourite colours, so I made the site that way.
Some things
stay private.
There are a few things in this archive that aren't meant to sit on the front page.
Private Archive
There's another little place beyond this archive. If you know where to look, you'll find it.
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