This article is a follow-up from parts One and Two

It must have been sometime around 11:00 PM, Sara peacefully deep in her sleep right next to me. I on the other hand was awake in the middle of the night and couldn't find the comfort to fall back to sleep. Then suddenly my cell phone rang. It was Girma and the second best man David Rooney, who was a British white male in his early 30s who I had heard was a very close friend of Girma. They were out having drinks together at Concorde nightclub. They called to see if I wanted to join them for a night out. But I made one of the lamest excuses of being stuck at my uncle's house and that I couldn't leave at that time. We agreed to meet up the next night and we hanged up the phone. David Rooney was a bit of a strange white male to me. I never could quite figure him out with his ambiguous and unexpected friendly behavior that it just makes me feel a little uncomfortable to be around him.   

After I hang up the phone, I spent most of the night questioning my values, beliefs, my philosophies and old baggage that may be sabotaging my very own identity as a decent human being. I also examined and thoroughly rated my attitudes and behaviors that I had portrayed in the last two days and came to a conclusion that I was simply a "guilty-man" all around. But why am I experiencing such deep feelings for Sara that I haven't felt since my teen years? I kept asking myself. But no answer made sense. So I continued wondering through the night to simultaneously see myself in Girma's position, and how I would have reacted to the situation. But the response from my own thinking was so horrific and so disgusting that I just simply prayed silently and hoped that this would all be over soon. Continue reading ‘Love at 1st Sight?-III’