06.28.07
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The caption of the picture says it all.
She should have known. Her friend had told her how sweet they were two Christmases ago. She didn’t want to believe and even when she saw their picture, it’s a truth she was willing to believe is a lie.
She couldn’t imagine how someone could love someone so intensely. And yet, it’s something she should know and understand. She had once loved him so much to the point of worshipping the ground he walks on. The topic should even long be closed by now. She has someone else.
And yet the disturbing question still remains: What if it was me and him?
He may be the ideal guy, someone with the wit, the intelligence, the drive, the ambition she has always looked for in a man. A friend had told her that one couldn’t possibly love someone for his ambition and his achievements.
So why, after months of blissful satisfaction with a love that transcends all the complexities of fate and circumstances, does she still think of him?
Just because he’s perfect doesn’t mean that your relationship will also be perfect, that you will be perfect together, a friend had told her.
It makes sense, of course. And she was forced to ask herself if things would really have worked out if they were together at all. Just because he has all the achievements and the ambition that she’s looking for in a man (in her friend’s words, the same things she doesn’t possess that’s why she’s looking for them in her mate – an obvious case of inferiority complex), it doesn’t mean that they would actually click or that they would be the perfect couple.
She knows this is the last attack of the i-cant-get-over-him sickness. Fate has given her a love that’s perfect. He may not have all the achievements she is looking for in someone (you don’t love someone for his achievements anyway), but he has all the qualities she’s looking for in someone she would love to love. And as it turns out, she loves him sooooooo much. It may not be the perfect love story, with all the complications of their separate worlds, but they are happy and they know the complications will pass. It will always be the love story she would love to write for herself.
It isn’t in the captions and the pictures. When things have worked out, her picture will have the same caption. And it will read: You are my Miracle.
