One would think I was so focused that no diversion would ever distract me. I thought so too.
It was in my final year of college when I fell in love with, (for the sake of privacy), Z.
Z was brilliant. He was self contained. His voice was strong and certain. I loved him from affair. I wanted to approach him, didn’t know how.
I learned he was part of a particular ‘mission’ and would be going off to some exotic place. I reformed my plans.
There were a few hurdles I leaped, a few obstacles I dodged, and I would join him. I didn’t realise it was group thing until we were at the boarding gate.
There we were, in one nice crowd, to board the flight to Remote. He was over there, I was here, about to approach him.
this woman I’d met before and intensely disliked, went up to him. I could see the smile on his face, his arm go around her. As she raised her hand to push back her hair, I saw the flashing rings.
A diamond ring and a wedding band.
And the flight was boarding, and I was on it.