It all fell apart, but the end was supposed to be different!
I met her; she was kind, beautiful, talkative, emotionally vulnerable at times and just the kind who can impress anyone with her silliness. I saw a very smooth road, not as the Stelvio Pass but as the Great Ocean Road to a wonderful love relationship with her.
My weekends were no more about playing on the field but the couch, watching shows with her while her maid cooked tasty dishes for us to enjoy it better. Dirty dancing to Bieber and Selena's tracks were the most awaited things we used to participate in when no one's around.
But, it was only a year and half of togetherness when life took its turn. Just when the feelings were blossoming, we panicked! ''I don't want to see your face'' became the most used phrase and there I saw it coming right before my eyes- Breakup!
My Story in Charlie Puth and The Chainsmokers' way:
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''I was doing fine before I met you,'' the acerbic words came out of my mouth even when I knew I was lying to her. Things didn't stop just there, I hit it to her sensitive core when I (out of nowhere) dragged her friends into the picture. To my surprise, she still did not say a word and that pissed me further.
The golden words I used ahead were- ''You tell your friends it was nice to meet them, but I hope I never see them again.''
**Door bangs and there she left**
She wasted no time and rushed her dad's ready-to-blow 1950 model Edsel Corsair to her relatives' city to never look back again.
4 years passed, no calls, let alone any message, she was in no mood to look back and this was enough to break me on to my knees, crying and yelling. But what did not break was my ego and that drove me to never initiate a talk with her.
I dug out through a not-so-trustable source that she was dating someone, someone that suits her way of living. I got filled with disgust and it was the time when I said to myself- ''I wish I would have known that wasn't me.''
I failed to ''move on'' and also to find a probable reason behind the ease with which she moved on in her life. I used to spend days working like a workaholic and spending nights in my balcony carrying the weight of her thoughts on my eyelashes.
While I was thinking how easily she crossed the doomed phase, she was sure of me lying next to a girl and carrying a stone in her heart; she was praying that the new girl in my life takes my care and makes me feel the way she did. The optimist hidden inside her said- ''There must be a good reason that you're gone.'' Her instincts that she developed well during the 1.5 years of our relation told her that I was at my place waiting for the doorbell to ring and finding her standing right in front of me.
Although I can assure that her instincts were correct, she was scared to believe in them.
Nights became longer for both of us with me imagining her in all those dresses that she used to wear on the dates. The thought of her being in a stranger's arm was enough for me to look for loopholes (like taking up drinking & working harder) and runaway from this virtual reality.
On the other hand, she too was trapped in the false belief that I was sleeping with another girl having her tight in my arms. She used to cry in a stretch of 7 nights per week.
But we both were wrong, trapped by our demons!
Was love a game?
This year saw both of us getting totally confirmed that one of us was never really in love and that became the root cause of every bad happening that we had to undergo during our dead phase. But exactly when we thought it was all over, life again exposed us to something new.
She came to my city and that's when her eyes caught me in a local grocery shop. She thought- ''You look as good as the day I met you, I forget just why I left you.'' Cursing her decision to leave, she remembered all the good times that we spent, the long drive we went on and the songs we danced on. But she didn't try to come in front of me and left the store just like that.
Destiny had it for us, we coincidentally collided again. This time it was in a hotel bar, she saw me, and I saw her, this time we luckily didn't stop ourselves.
''I, I, I, I can't stop''
''No, I, I, I, I can't stop''
People in the bar were left in utter shock to see the two of us kissing each other like mad.
''In the back seat of your Rover
That I know you can't afford
Bite that tattoo on your shoulder
Pull the sheets right off the corner
Of that mattress that you stole
From your roommate back in boulder
We ain't ever getting older''
Te te te te te te te te, te te te te te te te te!
To make it easier for me to describe the feelings in a musical way!
So this was the story mostly from my point of view and I got to know her's only after meeting her. Did we live happy ever after? I doubt, will tell you later through my stories! Bye readers :)
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