Cassie

Cassie.

The first time I met her, my attraction toward her was purely physical. Don't judge me. She was the most beautiful feminine specimen I had ever seen. I'm not even going to try and be sappy by saying "except my mum." My mum is nowhere as pretty as Cassie, honestly. Again, not to sound cliché but words couldn't describe Cassie's beauty. If I tried, I'll end up undermining her beauty by describing her as a blue-eyed, blond-haired girl. That, she is not. My point is Cassie's beauty is more beautiful than beautiful.

In all sincerity, I don't remember how I met her or her first words to me or any kind of sentimental detail. In fact, whenever I try to remember that day or what led up to our meeting, I come up empty. Nothing except for the moment I saw her. Time stopped. I had almost fainted because I gasped, forgetting to let go of the breath I held. I only remember something she said to me which switched my initial attraction toward her from physical to 'falling-in-love-ical.'

"Okay. So you are obviously not paying attention to anything I am saying and also obviously attracted me. Don't worry I was only spilling out nonsense because I like you too," she said.

I remember that was when I let out my breath, introduced myself and started dating Cassie.

Getting Cassie to stick by me was much easier than what it was supposed to be. To be honest, I don't see what makes Cassie attracted to me. Appearance-wise, I am below average-looking. Apparently, I'm supposed to look handsome. If someone were to describe my appearance in writing, you'd imagine me as a model.

I am tall and dark with green eyes (which are too green to be enchanting), blond hair (that tends to be too thin and lifeless), strong chiselled jaw (which sticks out too much in front of my face), long eyelashes (which are too long and girly) and highly unappealing long nose hair. Also without my glasses, I am legally blind. So why on earth would beautiful enchanting Cassie want to be seen in public with lanky but awkwardly muscular and bushy me?

Fortunately for me, this daunting question was answered six months into my blissful relationship with Cassie and somewhat, I kind of expected it.

On that revealing day, Cassie and I had one of our regular dates. Over the past six months we had settled into a routine. Monday was dedicated to Cassie's volunteer job in a retirement home close to her house, while I worked at the private laboratory I owned. Actually, my whole week is spent there and I practically live there. Cassie, on the other hand, has two jobs and volunteers at four different organisations. Our special routine only consists of spontaneous dates whenever Cassie was free and Friday/Saturday movie-and-lunch or clubbing dates.

So, that revealing day was on a spontaneously regular date. We were at the cinema watching a romantic Indian movie without English subtitles. Cassie loved them. I, however, noticed a strange lanky geek type of guy, with glasses similar to mine, glaring at Cassie and me. At first I wasn't surprised or freaked out by his flagrancy because wherever Cassie was, she stole the show. She turned heads and when I'm with her, a lot of men glare at me. They probably wondered how a weird looking guy like me could get a 'babe' like Cassie and how they could take my place. High school cliché scenario, I know. But I'm also as confused as they are.

Anyways, I was initially unfazed by the nerd's glaring. Then I got uncomfortable when I noticed his hateful eyes were focused on Cassie not me. Usually, he's supposed to look enchanted by or lustfully at 'my girl.' My discomfort grew exponentially when I noticed he followed Cassie and me. I tried to remain calm so as not to agitate her (because she is easily scared) and made up my mind if this stranger continued all the way to her doorstep, I would confront him.

We didn't make it, though. Cassie was called at work so I was forced to confront the strange geek with an unprepared mind.

"Hey." I nodded at him.

"What are you doing with my girlfriend?!" He blew up, which managed to earn us some curious glances.

"Your who? Oh, you mean Cassie? Listen, I know she's beautiful and you probably want her—"

"Want her? She's already mine! She has been for about two months now!" He interrupted me with such desperation in his voice, I could taste it.

I chuckled. I know I'm no Zack Efron but Cassie would never cheat on me with this guy. Not to sound vain but he looked like what would happen if Malaria and Harry Potter had babies together.

I sneered. "If Cassie wanted to cheat on me, she'd do it with someone handsome and successful."

"Who do you think you're talking to?"

"Dude, did you really think that a girl as pretty as Cassie could stay loyal to guys like us? It's inevitable she'd cheat. However, I strongly doubt she's dating you. You're not very wise, my friend." I finished him off, patted his head and walked away.

I wish I had that kind of confidence in front of my father or Cassie. Anyways, I walked—stormed back to my laboratory. I was mad not because of the whole 'Cassie cheating thing' but because the possibility of losing Cassie just visited me in form of a geek. Although I love Cassie with my whole being, I had always known we wouldn't be together forever. Obvious reasons are I've never heard of or met any of her family members or friends. I have, however, visited her at work and met her various colleagues but never he people who matter in the scheme of her life. Also, she has never admitted to loving me or falling for me, meanwhile I tell her I love her every single time I greet her.

Enraged, I Google Cassie. She didn't believe in social network but I decide to use one of her pictures to track her on Instagram, Facebook and Twitter.

Ladies and gentlemen: Cassie Raymond got engaged two weeks ago to three of her boyfriends who all look like Merlin, Harry Potter and The Hobbit (only more unattractive in my angry eyes), mourning the death of a fiancé and also my sweet Cassie appears to be dating various other guys. If you haven't already guessed it, she has numerous social media accounts where she posts pictures of her happy lovey-dovey 'lives'. I just happened to be the guy she told she doesn't believe in social media.

I was devastated. I realised Cassie loved my type because of the adoration she was fed with. I still love Cassie, and I forever will.

The following day, life didn't change for me. God forbid I break up with Cassie. I mean where would I find a girl like that to date me ever again?! I suspect she knows I know about her but I think she also knows I'd never pass her up.

 I'm exactly like the other fools she's juggling. And my word! She's one amazing juggler.