It found its way on a cold December night. Conversation was light and simple. Friends are slowly easing their way out to catch a free concert at the plaza. I stayed comfortably seated on the sofa.
Conversations with her was light. We talked of how spending the holidays at a foreign land gives a different meaning of being away, of being lonely.
My phone buzzed.
I asked how she’s coping and if it eased up after spending five years away from home. She smiled and said that friends acting as families helps. She added that skype and whatsApp too. She smiled.
I pressed cancel on my phone when it started to ring.
I smiled and in that instant I know I want to kiss her. And I did.
My phone started buzzing again.
Above was the beginning of their love story. Maybe I am biased since I was at the other end.
I was the person calling him. Disturbing him at that exact moment when he decided that ours was not worthy to be kept. He kissed her while we are together.
Being cheated was the worst. Being devastated didn’t come close. It was death while trying to live.
Forward to today. I learned that they are happy. A baby is added.
There was a twinge. I breathed out so that I can breathe normally. I remembered it again. The pain. And how I survived.
And then came the wish I had for him. That if not me, then I hope she is. His true love.