I felt unwanted. True we were both out together but something just didn’t seem right when she spoke to me. I was watching her from the corner of my eyes. The eyes. Her eyes! They seemed different when she spoke to someone else. They had the mischievous glint of happiness that I never see when we talk. Actually, I had never noticed the way her eyes lit up when she threw her head back and laughed. The way she casually hugged her friend and slipped her arm into hers and pranced off, why doesn’t it happen when I’m with her? Maybe I’m too old or am I just too weird for her? I mean, she didn’t even want to sit next to me.
My entire life flashed in front of my eyes, like a collage of my worst moments. Everything that went wrong, everyone that I treated wrong. The buzz, the pain, the anguish, dulled my senses. I yearned to turn back time and live a perfect life. A life that would’ve been perfect only if I had let it be. I didn’t even give it a chance. In that life, I was an Angel. I was perfect and happy. I was her best friend and she was mine. My perfect man was next me, his hands, wrapped around me, holding me gently. Those hands would protect me, shield me and guard me. They were never too far to brush a tear or hug my sadness away. That hand, my best friend and me, in a meadow filled with happiness.
The constriction in my chest grew tighter. The pressure was building up and I was going to crumble. When I just couldn’t take it anymore, blood rushed back to my face. The grip had loosened. When I regained consciousness, I realised that this too shall pass.