Crushcrushcrush

M is a singer. And not only that but she's a pretty damn good one too. She has the kind of voice that you wish you could trademark. The kind of voice you wish you could rob God of the patent for. She has the voice of an angel. Or as Mike would say, “That girl really knows how to hold it down.” who's Mike? You might ask. Don't worry, we'll get to that.

Its one of the things I like most about her. That and that she sings all the time. It doesn't matter where she is or who she's with or what time it is, more often than not if you don't find her singing then she's at least humming some sort of tune.

Funny thing though, she has it in her head that it gets to me. And the thing is, it does. Just not in the way she thinks. She thinks it irritates me yet all it does is excite me. Which Ive told her on more than one occasion but for some reason she thinks I say that just to appease her. If only she knew.

I almost didn't recognize her today. She looked stunning. Believe it or not, it as my first time to see her in jeans. Up until today I had only seen her in skirts. Ive always known that the girl's got curves but the jeans and the form fitting blouse she was wearing accentuated them to a point where I almost had to bite down on my knuckles to keep myself from saying something...”unbecoming”. Her hair was pinned up and the make up she wore, although, not a lot, was more than flattering.

She had sung in choir today. Though she hadn't expected to. I think the sudden call to arms, because as we are constantly reminded- this is a battle, I think it left her a little...not shaken but something close to it. As we talked she seemed distracted. I asked her about it but she insisted that she was all there, that I had her full attention and she nestled up against me as if to prove her point.

She wanted to go wash her hair and so that meant not that much time f or us to hang out.

“Do you really have to do it today?” I asked her, my tone almost pleading.

“Not really, I could do it tomorrow but-”

“But you really want to do it today.” I finished for her.

“You!” she exclaimed, grabbing my arm, “you make it sound like I care more for my hair than I do for you.”

“But of course,” I told M, giving her a cheeky grin, “I'm trying to guilt trip you over here.”

“Well, juss so you know, its not going to work.” she shot back giving me a pinch, “now come on and walk me down to my taxi.”

Of course I had no choice but to obey like a little lap dog, not that I really minded.

BT-Dub, do you have any idea how hard it is to walk through Kampala while holding someone's hand? Its no walk in the park, that's for sure. Unless of course, its the taxi park we're talking about, which quite simply put is pure, unadulterated chaos. But we managed...somehow.

Walking up to the taxi, hand in hand like the couple of love birds that we now almost are, it was almost time to say goodnight. We continued to chat as the taxi filled up until there were only two seats left, at which point we hugged (each time we hug it seems to become more intimate) and with a promise that I would call her later she jumped into the taxi. I waited until it had rolled away from me before I started moving again.

Listening to: Crushcrushcrush by Paramore