On a rainy night, it was no less than a miracle. It was supposedly the last day of college, the farewell party. The party was awesome as it always used to be. By the end of the party, nearly everyone was teary eyed, hugging each other and asking to stay in touch forever. The drizzle taking the form of a thunder shower just added to the beauty of the night. And then there was she, wet in the rain. Girls somehow always manage to look so divine, so pure and so beautiful with their hair wet.
Yes, she was the girl I had loved during college days. Yes, she was the one. Throughout the four college years, I was in awe of her. I admired everything about her, her eyes which casted a magical and binding spell over me, her smile which made my day brighter, it happened always. I so much wanted to tell her that I love her; I always did and will always do. But somehow I always lacked courage.
The more I looked at her, the more I felt that it could be the perfect day; it could be the perfect moment. I had always thought of the way in which I would propose her, but everything seemed to flush out just before the moment. I was wishing if I could get some 10-15 minutes, alone!
A thought of loosing even the bond of friendship was what playing an important role in governing my decision, but I had made my mind. Big decisions always involve risks and relationships at stake, I thought!
Finally, she was there, in front of me. For one moment, I felt it was only me and her. She approached me, and talked of the same promises of staying in touch and stereotypical dialogues like keep smiling. Overlooking these, I asked her to come along with me as I wanted to talk about a few things. She agreed.
Now, there were only the two of us. I had an intuition that it might just be the moment, that special one, that chosen one. I don’t know how I said that much, but this is what I said, “I know you are a bit dazzled, a little confused, slightly surprised and I don’t blame you. When a guy asks you to come along with him for some talk and that too on farewell night, you are ought to be confused! Now without wasting anytime, let me tell you what I have been waiting to tell you for years now.
I remember the day we first met, I remember the first HI. I remember the first group outing we had when I observed you for a long time and got to know so much about you, I remember the first call, 20 minutes 13 seconds it was, I remember the 20 out of 20 that we got in the first exam.
It has been so long since then, and when so many days were passing by, I silently chose you to be the one with whom I want to fight off the sorrows and giggle off the upsets. I have chosen you. Will you choose me?”
Though it was raining, but I could see her eyes were wet. Her silence spoke a million words; the positive vibes that I could feel were expressing a thousand emotions. I could feel that she was waiting for me to say it. As i moved closer to her and hugged her, she whispered in my ear, “I WISH”.
She ran away as if with a wish not to see me again, I felt all the positive vibes around me turning into dark clouds. I could only regret my decision of waiting for the occasion. Perhaps, love doesn’t need an occasion, it just happens, no rhyme, no reason, it just happens!