A Closure Note for, Raheim. Part 1

It was in July on my birthday i had met, Raheim.

Raheim was a dark, tall and handsome guy. His eyes were brown, but if the sun hit his eyes just right, they were pools of honey. His lips were plump yet medium sized. His body was skinny, but when flexed, it was an eye catcher.

He was intelligent, mature, and had many passions. He choreographed dances for teenagers, he sang, he played multiple instruments, and had the tongue that swift left to right like a double edged sword. Of course more, but i wish not to list.

For the rest of the month in July, he did not become an interest to me. I actually found him unattractive, and not my type. He was in his 1st year of college i was in my 2nd year.

I was 19 HE was 26.

I am a very “to myself” type of woman. I do not really like to socialize as much as others and i most definitely did not want a relationship. (I hated the fact of being in love and believing fairy tales could become true) In college we of course had some electives/classes together. He became very annoying for me. He was to himself, he seemed to have no interest in others. He had done what ever he wanted and did not follow procedures/rules. I am an observer, when i would observe him he was so hard to figure out. He seemed so different from the people I associated with.

One day,about 15 other students and i were-feeding the homeless-on a Saturday morning. Our Procedure is to have a man and a woman partnered together for safety reasons, and to strictly be by one another’s side with NO exceptions. He was partnered with one of my friends at the time and continuously left her in a danger zone, (these streets were filled with men on drugs, gang affiliation and had previous jail time, or was just released. even women)

I had told him “stay with your partner at all times, its a danger to her and all of us.”

He had straightened out and followed procedures going on forward.

Later that night, i was driving home and noticed he was walking home, from the drivers seat to Raheim on the side of the street.... i thought i had seen someones soul just from glancing into their eyes. It seemed so surreal. Something had happened in that moment, i was so confused and quite frankly i was yearning for more of it deep down.

Without hesitation i went straight home, i park my car. Starting to walk to my door. I hear large footsteps, as if someone was running. There, there he was. He had his grey sweater, with holes in his blue stylish denim shorts, converse that were dirty to the touch with your fingers. His musk, covered with some cologne and his natural scent.

As i turned to notice him, there he was in front of me.

He looked down at me as i looked up to him. (Im 4’10 maybe 5 feet, he’s about 6 foot)

He had asked, “did you feel that?” With a eye to eye smile showing his teeth that were as white as snow and were perfect as if he previously had braces.

Of course me being the person that had no interest, and had completely hated the idea of love in a relationship. I responded “felt what?” And walked away. He grabbed my arm gently and gave my hand a kiss. It was that day of August 27th that our journey of destruction had begun.

If you wish to know more of this real life season i have had. Let me know i will keep posted.😌