Beautiful Painting

Life is an interesting journey; you will never know where it might take you, you always get surprises along the way. By the time you at least expect the good, only the worst happens, and each time when they happen you have to keep on pressing hard. Life is a story book, you don't know what you'll come across with along the way nor encounter but all is there is to keep on pressing no matter what.

Finding love on your twenties it might be hard sometimes, especially the ladies who are the same age as us are a little bit more mature than us guys. I struggled so hard on finding my rib, my other portion the women I want to marry; this is my story, on how life can be! Life can be cruel some times and also hard. I had my eye on this ordinary girl, but for me to win her over I had to be on a mission on finding her, this is how it goes.

This one day when I came back from school to home, I found my dad sipping coffee, he glanced at me and I greeted him and all he said was.

"Are you alright son?" he asked,

"I'm alright"…. I went upstairs straight to my room, I tossed my school bag, took my IPod and listened to my favorite songs, when I start listening to my music with my earphones on! I hardly hear anything. I usually express my emotions through paint, that's what keeps me going I then went to my 'scrap room' the room where I store my paintings and also paint from. Dad came in holding his cup of coffee; he found me admiring the beauty of the women that I had painted. She is so beautiful, I would love to marry her someday and make her my queen.

"That's a beautiful girl you've painted there" he gave me fright I wasn't aware that there was another soul in the room as me.

"Yeah she is."

"What's her name?" he asked,

"Um… why do you ask?"

"Are you into her?"

"Why would you think that, I'm into her?" I was only trying to distract his views about her.

"Son, when I walked in here, you were day dreaming…"

"No, no, no, I wasn't." I was denial; I did not want to face my fears.

"Hey are you sure you are alright because you seem a bit tense…" he said "do you mind sharing what's troubling you...?"

"Father, I'll come to you when I've got a problem and need your advice, so please now I would love to continue doing what I love, which is painting."

"Oh, so you think by painting her there, she'll jump out in a form of human and kiss you?"

"Pops please, I need to be alone."

"When you walked pass me at the lounge I could see and sense that something is troubling you."

"Dad, like I said, I would love to be alone, if you don't mind."

"Ok if you say so then I'll leave but promise me you'll come to me and talk." He bragged

"Yes I promise now, father please leave." I asked him earnestly.

"Yes, yes I'm leaving."

I'm just an ordinary guy who loves to express himself through art most of the time and I express all my emotions through it! But opening up to my father! That's not an easy thing to do. And if I would tell him that why am having this long faces, he'll think I'm a looser. I'm born on a Christian family raised by my both parents who love each other so dearly, I dream to be that perfect husband like my father is and have that awesome family. My father Jonas is a simply guy, handsome, loving and caring, like I said his good looking. Mom must have fallen for his good looks, I just don't get it! Why women don't notice my good looks either? Cause after all I take after my dad.

Sometimes what my parents do just get my legs soaked, so early in the morning, mom and dad cuddle and giggle at the same time like they are teenagers on their first relationship, new love, new boyfriend, new girl and new affair.

"Morning everyone, and also goodbye," I greeted them as I held the door handle,

"Wait...!" cried out mom "why are you leaving without having your breakfast...?" she asked me politely.

"Mom I'm 25 years of age now, Am no longer a teen." I replied politely

"It's ok." she said. In her heart I could see that she was disappointed but then I wasn't in a mood of playing happy family during breakfast that's all.

I then drove off to school, while in school I saw my dream queen, I glanced at her and then I thought to myself 'why is love so painful when you see the girl you love doesn't even take a look at you, you try by all means that she recognizes you but she doesn't even notice. What is it that I must do so that she sees me, I'm dying inside with fear and on the other side I love her and she doesn't even know.

"Heita…" said Trevor. "Hey am talking to you" and I didn't even notice that my friend was next to me and was saying something. He then stood in front of me and I was like,

"Mon…! What are you doing...?"

"Give it up monsieur." he said. 'Monsieur' is a French word used for 'Man' we call each other that way.

"There are so many girls out there, why do you waste your time and keep on chasing her? Why are you being so obsessed with this girl?"

"I love this girl...! I replied "and I don't mean to be rude my friend when you have studied 'Love-Psychology' and have a degree on hand you can give me a lecturer of not focusing on one girl and try to look somewhere else." I then continued admiring her beauty.

"Look man I wasn't trying to..." Trevor was trying to say something I then cut him off, before he could finish his sentence.

"You were trying to do what... you don't even know how I feel about her! So whatever opinionated ideas you might have in the future please do me a favor and keep them to yourself!"

"….. It's cool Joe" with a gloomy face "but before I go and leave you to your 'day dreams' I can see that you love her so deeply and you can now talk to me in any manner that best suites you because of your crush huh!" I was about to talk back but he kept on talking.

"…You claim to love that girl" he points "but every time when you come across her you chickened out!" he was so vicious.

I had to defend myself "I don't do that!"

"Wait, am not done yet!" Trevor exclaimed. "If you say you love her like the way you claim you do, I dare you to go and tell her the way you feel about her, as in right now." he ordered me, I froze.

"What? Why, why are you being so influential about this?" I asked him and all he could say was.

"You heard me!" I then scratched my head, walked around in circles from left, right and center, he didn't care, he was just leaning on my car and out of the blue he laughed at me as if I peed on my pants.

"Yogh, Monsieur if you had seen your face." he continued laughing at me and it is so saddening seeing your friend laugh at you like the way he did.

"Are you really going to lean there and watch me?"

"My friend..." he said. "Perhaps you and I were not meant to love or get married" he teased.

"Don't say that!" I spoke evenly.

"Like really now my friend, God has a different aspect for all of us." he continued "Maybe you and I were created to be pastors or maybe tell stories about this pictures you take every day and also not forgetting the ones that you paint now end then."

"Mm I see that you trying to be funny today… but ah, ah maybe you were made to be a joker." we both laughed.

"Vous étes fou (You are one crazy monsieur)" Trevor expressed.

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