There’s only one question that plagues me all the time – What if the one who is for me, misses me, and ends up being with someone else? That would mean that even I would have to be with someone else, who was supposed to be with someone else and the mismatch would go on for a long time and thus, influence the lives of many. Just coz the idiot never realised that I was the one for him.
Nice thought that, eh?
As has been made famous by the numerous posts on this blog, my love life has been, well, dismal, for want of a better word. I have always succeeded in shaking away all men, whether I like them or not, from my life. And the ones I have liked seriously… let’s not even talk about them.
But yeah, what if the one who is for me, and the one who I am for, misses me? As in, misses meeting me, or falling in love with me, or realising that I am the one for him. What if we both make a mistake and end up being with the wrong people? How would that influence our lives?
Like they show in the movies, would we somehow end up with each other, inspite of it all, and meet and fall in love even when we are both grey and wrinkled?
Which raises another question: Is there really something called pre-destination? Is it true that some things are just meant to be, and that no matter how hard you try to alter them, it happens, sooner or later? I mean, it could be a good thing and a bad thing.
It’s true isn’t it, the saying that love comes when you least expect it? Could it be possible that I have not yet met the one because it matters too much to me? Is it possible that the day it ceases to matter, the day I begin to preoccupy myself with the other aspects of life and existence itself, love will find me? Or rather, he will find me? Like the miracles, perhaps?
I love the thought that there’s someone who has been made just for me, someone exclusive, someone who’s the other half of me and who will complete me. Someone who’s presence will be so overwhelming and comforting that it wouldn’t matter even if I was in hell…
I don’t know why, but I have this nagging feeling that he has missed me. And it’ll be a long wait before we see each other and fall for each other, again, perhaps?
But then again, what if I am wrong? What if he is not really the one, but someone who I am just presuming to be the one? And what if in the process, I am overlooking the one?
Gawd! It’s blo*dy complicated.