The first stages of teen life is easier than everyone claims. As it was for me, i had had my first love, first betrayal and the rest before that.

No, it’s the later stages- right before teen adult hood. The stage where you float and float and discover yourself in more ways than one. The in between. That was when I truly understood this thing called? Love, i guess or lust, i also guess.

I was on third term holiday and i went for my church’s teens camp in uyo and yes i did go to have fun but we all know why else we go to camp. To look at the other gender is a godly way.

But then during praise and worship, few minutes i got there, my tired body saw him and i felt energetic, I remember. He surely was. The drummer boy, beating the drums like his life depended on it.

I praised God with new vigor and i felt insects in my belly. He was a beat on the chubby side and with light skin and actually grey eyes which even shocked me the more because grey eyes? They were very real the more i looked at him.

i wished i could take pictures just to show my friends back home but phones aren’t allowed. For three days straight i fell, got up and tripped in love again, he was everywhere and i could see him even when he wasn’t there, i mean even my camp friends started trying to set us up together but i was 14, let me just enjoy this one sided love.

I never spoke to him. Not once. Maybe that’s my biggest regret in this terrible life.

I went home in 3 days and put myself in what i call minor depression for another week. I could feel actual burns in heart. We will never meet again, i am sure but thank lord, i got to experience that.

I believe i experienced book love then and then even though he looked years above me and would never have given me a moment of his day.