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Friday night, 8.30 P.M
Big city, small apartment, great view.
The happiest and most annoying couple ever.
If I have to hear another cute giggle, I am going to punch someone.
It was bad enough being in the same room with those two, it was even worse when I was the third wheel. At times like these, I wished I was not so single. I did attempt to find myself a company to this, but since it sounded so desperate to strangers’ ears, the only guy I could ask was my friend from work. He, of course, declined for he was someone who defined one’s self as “gay as fuck”.
“I’ll pay you”, I said in vain to persuade him.
“You can’t buy love, sweetie.”
So I was stuck there for the rest of the night, sitting in front of a couple so foolishly in love that makes me want to vomit, listening to their love story. I learned that they met not long after I moved away. She thought he was beautiful and warm. He found her to be “the most kind-hearted and attractive woman” he knew. They had been together for nine months now.
Good. Only three more months to go.
After a long series of girlfriends, I noticed that none of them lasted longer than a year. It was not that he was a player or there was something majorly wrong about his last relationships. He was just the type to have a huge faith when it comes to love. He took chances, sometimes too many but he meant well. He was full of hope, only to be disappointed when sparks did not fly.
But this time, I could see it. The loving in his eyes. They twinkled when he smiles at her. When she smiles at him. He was … in love. And when she had left the room, he asked me what I thought of her.
“She’s disgustingly perfect”, I answered.
He could only smile and say: “I think she is the one.”
And that was it. The brief moment of happiness in a disastrous evening. It was as if I forgot every bullshit I was put through tonight because of them. I didn’t care about how typical their story was or how dead I felt inside when they asked about the status of my relationship. I was, for a very short second, happy for them.
Although of course at that time we didn’t know that a few weeks later, things will change.
~ Zee ~
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