Wasn’t our first meeting little similar to the end scene of the movie ‘500 days of summer’ ? – A boy meets a girl. Awaiting their turn for the job interview. They talk for a jiff. Something sparkles between them. Boy gets called in and is rejected. He leaves without bidding adieu. He regrets and comes back hurriedly. Asks her number and the next thing they know, they are celebrating her birthday after three days.
It’s been exactly 2 years to that day. It was the beginning. The beginning of something surreal. I was so nervous and I know you were too. We were in that water park celebrating your birthday, listening to one another, trying to understand the mysteries of life, of what we desired to achieve and the places we wished to explore. And somewhere between that long conversation, we travelled to a future of unknown and hoped one day, we would fix each other and be our definite in search of the infinite.
Often I used to hear, love never happens at first sight. But there we were, in the cab ride back home, and you had leaned your head on my shoulder. I was overwhelmed by the immense trust you put on me, whom you had just met a couple of days ago. As you were next to me, somehow my years of loneliness and sobriety just evaporated into thin air and I felt this gush that I wouldn’t be alone anymore.
I asked you if meeting one another was just a coincidence or was it meant to happen?. The affectionate way in which you held my hand, looked at me with that concern in your eyes and spoke, was indescribable. I just couldn’t write in words the loving warmth which I felt. What transpired between us was very special, so special that I was remorseful and selfish at the very thought of why you were taking that job, why you had to be thousand miles away from me. We had just met. It was only the beginning. There were infinite stories to be told and long walks to be strolled.
We tried. We failed. And all that’s left are the beautiful memories. But, maybe, that’s the truth of life – Sometimes, we meet a person for a short period and we ought to make the best of it – Sometimes, we build a million memories and survive to live in it – Sometimes, we have to let go of the person whom we love so dearly – Sometimes, somethings are never meant to be no matter how much we feel it was meant to be.
Thank you for being born. Thank you for being the person you are. Thank you for all those unforgettable memories – one of which is being the muse for this story today.