The Wrong Right One!

First Love !

August 2015

All the wedding preparations have started. The hall , the food , the music, the dress and a lot more. Just the mere thought of getting all this done makes me tired. Weddings should be easy and peaceful, not this demanding. Like any other girl, I've had my visionary on how my wedding would be since I was a little girl. I know how my dress, my veil, the make up and the hair, the jewelry, the background are all going to look like. I've even decided what I'd pose for the pictures. The only work left is to implement my visionary. As always, the groom doesn't get a say on how the wedding should be. So Mike will just come, respond dramatically to my theatrical entrance , say the vows without a mistake, marry me and we'll just live happily ever after. I smile as I think about all this and it feels surreal already. 

October 2005

First love. It's been two months since I received my first message from Damon. Ever since we started to chat, my life has been different. Every day I wake up to his message happily and I sleep after sending him the last message. Sometimes it feels like it's all happening too soon but I'm a believer of destiny, and I'm just going to go with the flow. It's a common thought that a epic love story usually starts with a quarrel and I think that's the case with Damon and I. Though we still compete on everything and he still continues to win everything , there's a silent yet beautiful chemistry that's going on between us. We understand each other with just exchange of looks. We know what the other person is thinking even from a distance. We know what the other person would feel and react for each of our actions. And I think that Damon Priestley is my first love. 

"You look ...............Gorgeous...!!". 

I don't know if anyone else does this but I like dressing up for him to give that look where his pupil expands and say this like he sees me for the first time, every time. Damon always winks. It's his signature move. And I always smile wide with all my teeth showing, that's my signature move. Sometimes I stand in front of the mirror and practice to wink just like he does, but whenever he winks I lose my mind and blush like never before, and forget to wink back. The love that comes at sixteen without any reasons and without any validations is the best feeling a human being could ever experience. It is stupid to think that this could last forever without knowing what he is feeling but I just hope this lasts forever. And I know that even if this doesn't last forever , Damon will always be special. 

I tell people not to change oneself for someone else and not to make another person the key to one's happiness , but unintentionally I've been doing it. Most of my things used to be Purple but now they are red and black, his favorite color combination. I used to be happy and lively irrespective of the surroundings but now I feel alone in class of 40 people if he's not there. Today is one such days where most of the boys along with Damon are in the basketball court , practicing for a match. I even joined the cheerleading squad so that I could also spend time practicing alongside him whenever he does , but I didn't know that it doesn't work that way. I send a message to him hoping he'd see it and I got an immediate reply.

EMMA CARLYLE

I'm coming to the basketball court.

PRIVATE NUMBER

Listen to the class, baby!

What a nerd, I think. Isn't it annoying when you say something excited to someone and they give a blunt reply?

EMMA CARLYLE

Okay. I'm still coming to the court :D 

PRIVATE NUMBER

Waiting..... (wink) (wink)

Now that's a mild reciprocation that I can live with. Anyways I'm just waiting for this class to get over to go and watch him play. I've seen my watch a million times but it's just not moving. Impatiently I take my mobile and keep it under the desk. I have this weird habit of re-reading conversations, especially his. We've not spoken a lot in person but the messages should be countless. Damon always knows what to say when. He senses if I need comfort or a solution or affirmation and he always gets it right. Many times I've felt like he's a totally different person in the inside and he's just pretending to look cool outside. He's sensitive, sensible, genuine and extremely romantic. Every message brings me a special memory. Though it has been only two months since this chat ritual begun, it feels like an eternity. Now I'm just living in a world where only the two of us exists and I can't even remember why I used to hate this gem of a person.

The class is over and I'm all ready to meet the man. I tell Rachel, my best friend, that I'm going to the basketball court and she gives a naughty look. She knows that there's a love story going on but I didn't share the details on who it is, as she'll put us on the limelight that we are not ready for if she comes to know that it's Damon. I feel bad to keep this a secret from my best friend but I convince myself that I'll tell her when the time is right.