It was approaching Valentine's day. I didnt quite understand the colossal hype the newspapers attributed to this day. I failed to understand the link between chocolate and love, which was commonly understood, with the single exception of myself. Why heart- shaped chocolates? why not heart - shaped something else...like ...like... pol roti or heart- shaped rulang toffees? As my understanding on the subject of love and its obvious connection to chocolates was limited I sought clarification from Codey who claimed to have been in and out of love a few times in his life.
I found him under a tree, nose buried deep in the volumes of "Great Expectations'' by Charles Dickens. It was not like Codey to be reading literature when his exams were around the corner, unless influenced by some blessed old girl he was dating or planning to date. He confirmed my theory on his reading habits by saying he was sat a talking to an interesting girl in the bus who seemed to have a fascination for Dickens and he needed to know what the dickens it was all about. I seized the moment and ventured forth with my question on girls and love. I was disappointed by his lack of enthusiasm when he tut- tutted me away by saying I need to be in love to understand it and not to waste his time on trivial pursuits which, in any case, I am not adult enough to understand.
