When I Met You

Sharing and Pairing

Now was her time. Actually, it always belonged to her. She didn't speak much though. She just said "Take this" in a single breath, handing over a pair of trousers to me. (Man! Trousers have never been there in my dressing auction.) But I took those. I had solely accepted trousers. They were now, on the top of the dresses I wore, I guessed. It was like "Choose the best option" and my best option would always be trousers. Somebody called her and she had to go. I couldn't even thank her. For a moment, a thought passed through my veins "How can I even think of thanking her? She is taking away everything that belonged to me and I am just accepting that with a reckless smile." However, that thought couldn't divert by overruled senses.

My staring disease wasn't cured yet rather it had evolved into a mania. My eyes couldn't help; I was seeking for every detail until she vanished from that maniac sight of mine. I wasn't still done with that hangover -she created in my mind and there was another shock wave coming to hit me, straight. Everyone was told to pair up for the rehearsal. It was like "RIP my boy! Hell is passionately waiting for you". What was I going to do? I didn't know anyone to make a pair with. All I had known about this long time, were those magical flaws that girl had, nothing more. When I looked around, everyone had already paired up. I was the only one left. "Auhhh! I'm that one lucky guy" I thought, frustrated. The event organizers noticed me, empty handed. They couldn't even dismiss me; it was against their terms and conditions. They finally assigned someone for me.

People often say that something good happens at bad times. I was thankful to those people. I couldn't believe whom I had to pair up with. It was certainly GOD's grace that healed me and I was more than happy to have HIM in my side. It was her- I nearly fainted.