Waiting for someone to come back to you gives you nothing but endless "wait". She is under the impression that he will come back to her. Silly her, she does not know that he will never come back but still she has that one ray of hope deep down her heart that some day he will. She is such an unabashed optimist that she believes he will and one day finally she will have her share of happily ever after with her one and only. And the wait finally ends. One day she gets a call from an unknown number and according to her habit she ignores the call. It is said that destiny knocks on your door only once but that day even destiny decided to give her another chance and so the same number flashed again on the screen of her cell phone and perhaps it was the play of fate that she picked up the call and the conversation began with the pleasentaries of hello after which she heard the person say his name. And the name she heard sent chills down her spine. She could not believe her ears that it indeed was him. He asked her how she's been to which she reverted that she's been good. After few more pleasentaries he aksed the one question she had been waiting for like forever and the question was would she like to meet up with him. She sprang in the place where she was standing but stayed calm on the fone and told him that she wont be able to make it because of prior committments. But he was determined to meet her and she too eventually gave in and they decided to meet up on a sunday at a nearby café. She was impatiently waiting for sunday to come. Finally the day came with a lot of hopes and expectations. She got up early to get ready and look just perfect but decided that she would go a little late just to make him wait and to see his eagerness to meet her. She left a good 20 minutes after the time that was decided to meet. After reaching there, he was eagerly waiting her arrival as she had wanted it to be. She apologized for the delay and their talk began. She asked him the reason for the meet. Now it was his turn to talk. He began by saying, "I do not know how to say this to you but i really wanted to apologize for the way i behaved few years back that i just asked to stop talking to me knowing that you loved me. I really should not have done that and for that i seek your forgiveness." She was left speechless because she did not see this coming at all. To this she reverted, "See you do not need to apologize for your behaviour. It was all in the past, just forget it." He was glad that she felt that way and then the time just froze. They engaged into a cherished talk and both of them did not know when the time came for them to part. When they began to leave they hugged. It made her teary eyed because that was the place where she wanted to be forever, in his arms. She wished the the clock would just stop ticking. Then when they parted he suggested that he'll drop her home to which she denied by saying it would be inconvinient for him but he remained adamant and she finally had to give in. In his car they sat and the engine revved. He asked her whether she would want to listen to some music on the way to which she nodded in agreement. He put up songs of his favourite band which happened to be her favourite band as well. After a few songs when she reached the button to reduce the noise, at the same time so did he and their hands brushed against each other. Both of them blushed at this gesture. When they reached near her home he stopped the car and both of them got out. They hugged again and bid each other farewell. When she was going, he stopped her and asked whether she would like to meet again. She said yes. She could not have asked for more. When she reached home she could feel herself on cloud nine. When she looked into the mirror, her cheeks were flushed red. She did not want the day to end but it had to because she had to wake up from the dream. It felt so real, she felt so alive that it became difficult for her to believe that she was dreaming. A dream for which she would have sacrificed anything for it to be true.
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