My happiness knew no bounds when she called me to meet her at the cafe near her office. I dressed myself appropriately, trying to catch the imperfections on my look in the mirror more than a thousand times. I felt so nervous, my heart drumming against my chest ribs.
But why?
I am always confident around people. Though it was because I always felt superior to them. Power and money do that to you. Yet I feel sweat running on my forehead thinking about our meeting today. For one girl.
She's a special girl. And I'm madly in love with her. I wish I had recognised it earlier,when she was there with me. I could have prevented all of this separation and misery.
She wouldn't have hated me.
And that brings me to the important question that I avoided asking myself as it sprouted seeds of doubt for the pure soul.
Why did she call me?
Is there something she wants to tell me?
Is she facing any kind of trouble?
