A Bundle Of Short Love stories (unedited)

Sorry I am a ghost

I bumped into him.
"I'm sorry",

"I am glad".

"sorry? "

"it's okay".

"never mind", I sighed. "No. Wait. Who are you? "

" I am..... ", he paused

"yeah. I'm waiting.

"I am groom's side"

"oh. Really! I am groom's sister. I have never seen you before. "

"Oh, Then I am from bride's side. "

"ah! Jokes on you. Bride is daughter of my mom's brother. Again I have never seen you before"

"Oh! Then take me on your side"

"You got to be crazy " I said. "Security " I shouted.

"God. Girl, you are getting yourself in trouble. "

"How dare you? You are threatening me? "

"No. "

"What happen miss? " security guard asked.

"How did this person got in here? "

"Who ma'am?"

"This guy, right here"

"Where? "

"What do you mean?"

"I can see no one"

"You can't see this guy?"

" I can see no one"

"Oh God are you two playing together? "

"You get out of here, both of you "

Security guard called my dad. My dad came running.

"What happened?", asked my dad.

"This guy got in and security guard says he doesn't see him", I told him.

"Which guy, Ruby? " , asked my dad.

"This six feet tall guy, right here", I told both of them.

The guy was silent and smirking all the time. If not my manners came in between I would have smashed his face.

"Sir, I think ma'am....

"What? " ,I said. You can't see him either?

"I can see no one except three of us. You, me and the guard", said dad.

"Ruby I think you need to take your medicines. Let's go dear. You have worked a lot these days. I think you are tired. "said dad. "it's okay my baby "

I was puzzled. Was I really hallucinating? Again? Was my brain making stories again? And that too so vivid? That guy, I bumped into practically felt so real. I could see, smell and touch him like any other human. Oh my God.
Dad took me to my bedroom. He called our care taker. She came in. Dad left.
Our care taker, Vidya aunty is an old polite woman. She gave me my medicines and a glass of water. I told her everything.

"It's okay dear. Take rest you'll be fine. ", she said to me.

"But it felt so real", I insisted.

"Dreams feel real but they aren't and therefore we call them dreams", she explained.

I threw my back on bed, my feet still touching the floor.After few minutes, I pulled my legs inside the blanket and covered my head with blanket as well. I was about to cry when I lost myself to sleep.
Thank God I slept. I didn't want to feel all the guilt and regret of being a.... I don't know how do I say it... I don't want to. It feels bad and my self esteem comes down crashing whenever I even think about it.