DannyScript

Our chats were unreal!
I still hold precious memories of the conversations we had on phone.
The synergy was off the chain!
It was as if she read my mind, and I read hers. Truly, she’s one heck of a smart lady, and not just because she knew how to hold a conversation and always had something interesting to say, but also because whatever she said, you could realize she had carefully thought through.

I can confidently say she’s a perfect blend of beauty and brains, and come on, isn’t that just attractive?
She intrigued me.
We talked about stuff that were light years beyond superficial; education, career, ministry, plans.. . . plans.. . Plans.. Future plans..

Gradually, I was growing impatient.
Not that I had any right to, but because knowing how I can get overly committed to someone, I did not want to go in so deep only to realize I was in this alone – I had to take things to the next level, I had to be sure she was going to throw all her cards on the deck as I was willing to.

I barely got to see her in person, and because she wasn’t budging on her stance to agree to go on a single date with me, I couldn’t really get to express all I felt – You see, there are answers you get to certain pressing questions just by looking someone in the eye which you can never decipher by just having phone conversations.
Can you blame me for growing impatient?
At some point, I opened up and told her I had feelings for her, deep feelings, and that the road I was on with her was a pursuit I was making to win her over.
Her feedback wasn’t discouraging, but inwardly, I was beating myself down for not waiting it out and rushing to pour out my heart on phone.

Now, I was out in the open, she knew I felt, but I still felt she was not taking me seriously, because she kept mentioning she didn’t really know me and all, and the question on my mind was, “how on God’s green earth would you get to know me if you didn’t at least try to?”
For crying out loud, she had declined all my offers to get her to go out with me.