When It’s Perfect, For Now.

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We spoke, all through the night. It wasn’t unnatural, for two people who met this suddenly and had had a night that was just absolutely perfect, to do so. With every beep of the phone, two hearts raced uncontrollably: their finish line, the same… the other’s phone, the curve in her smile, the shine in his eyes… and hopefully, though no one said it out loud: the beatings of the heart.

But then that would just make this a perfect fairytale, and anyone who has loved, even if just for a second, knows that a story like that one is as difficult as sighting a shooting star on a polluted night in a crowded city. But do you remember the excitement if you did happen to sight it? Exhilaration.

James Blunt croons, You’re Beautiful in my ears. Monsoon has reached where I am. The skies are grey, with a hint of blue sky appearing every now and then, the breeze a gentle yet welcoming tease.

It’s time to face the truth, I will never be with you.

He said what I have been fearing to even whisper to myself.

Finding love in a hopeless place is what makes it so desirable, yes?

No.

NO!

Let me set the scene. Let’s for a while, go back to that absolutely perfect night — when texting each other seemed to be the only thing that life would and should be about.

That night had all the perfect ingredients: Whiskey, dancing, a girl, a boy, a leather jacket, eyes interlocking, smiles exchanging, a bike ride, a kiss exchanged under the stars…

And then the messaging. All night long.

It wasn’t before long the, “Can I see you again?” message was sent.

And it wasn’t long after that, that she blushed and confirmed a time and place.

And it was decided: a rooftop café, a Monday afternoon when most were buried with work and the attack of the blues. These two, with an excitement they had both forgotten, made their way — he on his bike, she clutching the steering wheel with sweaty palms.

That night, in all honesty, was a blur: possibly caused by the whiskey and romantic nature of it. She quickly realized that there could be a chance she doesn’t recognize his face. Her heart, now racing even faster. What are the chances, that she, anxiety on her face, walks right past him? His face, thoroughly puzzled.

Amused, he follows her, a few steps behind, a text on his phone, “I’ve reached.” He tried not to laugh, “I know. I’m right behind you.”

Ahead of him, she turns in one swift motion, her dark hair whipping around her: she was… magnetic. A smile appears on her face, mirroring his own.

They sit, talk, it was supposed to be one quick coffee- it’s become one quick coffee, something to munch on, and now… “Dinner?” He suggests. But she has to run home, promised her mother she would be home by then. Well earlier — “…But it’s okay…” She blushes.

More texts are exchanged. He’s surprised at the ease with which she can handle a conversation. Not exactly one of his strengths. “Your eyes..” she messaged one day, “They speak more.”

Sometimes he forgets she’s a writer: Her words will be the death of him, he’s sure.

Every night after, he wrapped up work quickly, and with a smile on his face, rushed to say “Good Night…” to her blushing face. Sometimes she greeted him with a smile, some nights a dish that she had spent hours trying to perfect, but for this one night…

… He could sense an urgency, unlike any he had witnessed before, in her message, “Please come see me for a while? Even just 5 minutes would be fine.” Nothing else. He typed “Yes” without a second thought.

He saw an uneasiness in her even before she reached to where he had parked his bike. She smiled. He smiled. They both wore dark blue.

“Hi…”

“Hey…” Her reply, breathless.

She shifted around him. The silence was unnatural. Her eyes darting in every direction but meeting his own. That night, he spoke… well, a couple of sentences, because mid-sentence, she rendered him speechless.

“Shush…” She whispered, as she came close. It was all a blur: Her hands on his face, her lips gently touching his. His hands closing around his waist. He took a deep breath… wishing this moment would never end.

She giggled. His eyes were still shut. She gently stepped out of his embrace, waved to him and ran off home.

He only stared back in stunned silence.

More evenings passed them by, a few stolen moments in the day left the blush in their cheeks intact. And then finally, it was Date Night.

Dressed to impress, they wound up at her favourite bar.

And they spoke for hours.

The night, the crowd around them, everything they were blissfully oblivious to.

And then something happened.

I wouldn’t go so far as to call it magical… but for the lack of any other word:Magical it was.

The lights around them switched off.

He was listening to her intently when this happened.

“Wait… Pause… Pause.”

Alarmed, she was silenced: her eyes wide open now.

“The light…” He looked opposite her, he was talking about the soft orange glow of the streetlight.

“The light… it’s falling on your face. You’re beautiful.”

Her eyes were now glistening.

“…Like a diamond.”

All initial awkwardness now far behind them, they leaned in closer.

Her smile a little wider now… Was that even possible? He thought to himself.

His soulful eyes, now staring almost inside her. It was then she finally understood why someone once wrote, “The eyes are the windows to the soul.”

Back to her place they went.

Long conversations poured into the night, which was already sprinkling a soft patter of rain around them.

She tried to let him go, he tried to leave her: But that night, that electric night, their lips refused to part.

It all sounds beautiful right?

Yet, why when James Blunt sang, her heart sank deeper into a chasm.

Someone once mentioned that you meet people for a reason. Always. Whether for a season or for eternity, that depends on the circumstance they find themselves in. From two opposite worlds, they were bound to meet that one fateful night, yet when she thinks of her future, his face doesn’t seem to appear.

Whether it’s because time left them with strained conversations, or that his world was too different from hers, no one will know the right answer:

“I need to let you go,

Your eyes, they shine so bright,

I wanna save that light,

I can’t escape this now,

Unless you show me how.”

Imagine Dragons seem to have all the answers.

But they both had to stare their Demons in the face. If not today, then a few months or years from now.

But it’s today. And she’s decided to live a little selfishly. He’s perfect for now.

Maybe that’s how life surprises you: It gives you everything you thought would be perfect, would be enough, for you. But there’s always a twist. There’s always something missing. And you can either choose to look at it, or ignore it. But we aren’t creatures who can ignore… We are creatures meant to obsess.

Now here, I can come up with two endings for these two star-crossed lovers.

They remained friends. That one night was their highlight. They fell for each other, and decided to use the other for their own selfish reasons. He was her shy guy; she was his angry little girl. Together they decided to conquer the world: colliding and hurtling through space and time.

He would heal her, all her broken parts — he knew she needs her someone. But he couldn’t promise to be anything more than her strength. Unaware that, that was all she expected.

The second ending: They hold on tight, making promises under the stars. It’s a battlefield that they’re standing on. Them against the world. But all that’s ahead of them, is her smile and his eyes. It’s a little bit frightening, but all they need is each other.

A few days, weeks, months… maybe even years later: He’s going to become a bittersweet memory she pours out on paper, while he’ll always ache to see her, with her black wild hair, dancing away some night. Maybe he’ll go say ‘Hi’… Maybe, not.

I guess, we’ll never know.

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