Sandra, yeah that was her name. my twitter crush, her tweets are
mostly about her self. I stalked her for the next 6months and I was
already tripping for her, I've never retweeted or even mentioned her,
I just loved reading her tweet, loved refreshing her tweets, loved
reading her favorites, how pleasant they were to my eyes. I knew her
handle and bio by heart, I followed her on instagram even though she
doesn't follow back (I wasn't expecting her to follow back tho), she
was all I wanted in a girl, the way she smiles when she pose for the
camera, most times I wonder if she ever gets angry, how would someone
be so wicked to make her angry? I thought to myself.
Today 23rd December 2014 is a good day, a day to man up and tell
her how I feel, I click on the direct message button, I looked at it
twice and I felt like going back but that inner voice kept saying "you
can do it". I typed her handle, and then everything I planned to send
to her ran out from my brain like the way my elder brother would run
when there is a free bus from Nigeria to London.
"Hello, how you doing? this is awkward but I have to do it, I am
your biggest fan, I like you, I adore you, I know so much about you
than you can imagine"
I sighed and tapped the send button, then closed my eyes and opened
it, it has been delivered. So I will sit here and wait for her to
reply, even if she doesn't I will gladly know I tried. Its January 7th
2015 and am still waiting for her reply, waiting
anxiously.............
