For A Reason

Invest not so much on emotions, thoughts and people, for everything is temporary. Do not be so attached, rather just flow with it.

We were meant to be, may be a line we are so used to hearing, for what is meant to be will always find its way. Always. When one thinks of 'meant to be', they tend to automatically assume forever. Sometimes, just sometimes, when people say forever...they mean it. But, maybe it isn't meant to last forever. Maybe the forever is not the person, but the lesson learnt from them.

Her perfume arrived long before she did. Floral and sweet. Her intoxicating aroma filled my heart with desire and drove my mind mad with longing. She walked into the room, head held high. Her six inched heels doing her some justice in complimenting her height. Wait, she was getting so close. No way! She got her lustrous figure and face next to where I sat.

"Is this seat taken?"

How was I to say no. She had those candy apple, porn star lips with some sweet smile that sadly, were not mine to taste. Let us not start on her soft curvy hips. Mind you, I was seated and she was standing. Standing next to me. Long story short, in a three hour lecture I only got to hear her say its time to go.

Today, I beat the sun out of bed in the morning to watch the sky wipe sleep out of its eyes. I couldn't wait to upload several statuses just to remind everyone that I was still in the game. I wanted them to also have a feel of the megapixels that came with my new phone. Likes and views are all that were going through my mind all night. I just couldn't wait.

The sky was taking the colors of red, violet and orange, mingling carelessly like rivulets of water colors. With her golden hues, she rose majestically, covering the earth in splendid display. Silhouetting everything at first, as she made her way out gently through a thick layer of clouds, shrouding the darkness of the night away. Dressed in a gown of pretty pink array. The view itself, bewitching. The whole sky was now brushing strokes of orange and yellow. Providence seemed to have smiled on me this morning. She rose to an absolutely brilliant dawn and I couldn’t have asked for more. I haven’t seen a dawn more beautiful.

Just like a soft feather, that eternal moment went its way. It was time to take on the day.

This passenger service vehicle came blazing downhill with guys hanging on the door blowing whistles like they had a feud with our ear drums. The music emanating from inside made me fear for its occupants. Either way, it was my kind of ride. Us those the internet generation.

I arrived there fifteen minutes early. Yes, we agreed to meet at half past nine. It was only fifteen minutes past. I had a key, one she had offered a while ago for cases in which I may be around and probably she was not. I knocked. Once, twice...no response. I let myself in. Made myself comfortable.

As I went for a glass of water in the kitchen, I heard movements in her bedroom. Was she still asleep? Had she forgotten about our date?

Her bedroom door was open, so I let myself in. All this while having not said a word. I hadn't called out her name yet. As I stood at her door, my eyesight grew blurry. Tears had already started forming in my eyes. I was shaking if not shivering. Not from cold, but from anger that burnt me from the inside. I couldn't take it no more yet i couldn't move a muscle. Jaws clenched, fingers fisted. Trying to take control of my breathing pattern. Breathing so deep, before I lost it.

"Really!!!"

She lay on her back totally naked. Her legs cuffing her suiter. Their fingers locked. She faced the wall, with his head dipped in her cleavage. I watched as he went in, watched as he came out. With every stroke, she let out a slight moan.

"Oh shit!"

As I wore my shoes, she stood there with her towel covering the little of what was left of the shame in her. Sadly, she wasn't there to apologize for what she had put me through but argue about me having allowed myself in. All this time I'm thinking to myself, is she really the girl I claimed to love with a veracity far greater than I was capable of understanding.

Looking at her there and then, my blood boiled and my heart screamed to rip out her throat and watch her bleed. I controlled my urges but just for then.

The love I had harboured for her had nothing to do with how worthy she was of it rather the magnitude of my capacity to give. Still, against all comprehension, she decided to...

I'm guessing, that that was meant to be, doesn't always find its way. Always. Or does it?