💕 LOVE IN HIGH SCHOOL – PART 3 (Final)


Sekuphele izinyanga ezimbili u-Skeleton ehambile.
U-Nana wayezama ukuphila ngaphandle kwakhe, kodwa inhliziyo yakhe yayimkhumbula nsuku zonke.
Wayebhala ku-diary yakhe athi: “Ngizama ukumkhumbula njengomuntu owangifundisa uthando, hhayi ubuhlungu.”

Ngelinye ilanga esikoleni, ngesikhathi abanye befunda ngaphandle, wavula amehlo wambona — u-Skeleton emi phambi kwakhe, ephatha incwadi encane.

“Nana, ngiyaxolisa kakhulu,” kusho yena kancane. “Ngazenza umuntu ongaqondi, kodwa uthando lwami alukashoni.”

U-Nana wathula isikhathi eside. Izinyembezi zamphuma emehlweni, hhayi ngenxa yobuhlungu kuphela, kodwa ngenxa yokuthi inhliziyo yakhe yayisazizwa.

“Ngangingafuni ukukuzwa futhi,” kusho yena, “kodwa ngiyabona ukuthi nawe ufunde.”

U-Skeleton wamnika le ncwadi, ngaphakathi kwakubhalwe:

“Uthando alulona nje ukukhuluma ngezwi, luyisenzo sokuthethelela.”

U-Nana wamamatheka, wathi kancane:
“Ngiyaxolisa nami. Ake sizame futhi, kodwa kube uthando oluhlanzekile, olungaphindi luhlukane ngenxa yobudlabha.”

U-Skeleton wamvulela izandla, wamanga kancane, kwathi isikole sonke sababona behleka ndawonye.

Kusukela ngalolo suku, babefunda ndawonye, behleka ndawonye, futhi befunda ukuthi uthando lwangempela lufuna ukubekezela.

Isifundo: Uthando alupheli lapho inhliziyo iphuka; luyabuya lapho uthando lufunda ukuthethelela. 💕 

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