Maybe it was meant to be Until It Wasn’t

I found a girl at the caf,her eyes resting on me longer than strangers usually dare. I asked my friend, “What should I do?” He said over the phone“Guy, go meet her now.” I stood up, heart rehearsing lines my mouth hadn’t learned yet. But before I could moveshe did. She walked toward me. Slow, Certain. And just when the moment was about to become real. My number was called to warm my food.Food before fate.I left.Standing in front of a microwave,watching my food spinwhile seconds,then minutes pass by,eventually things come to an end,just like my time for microwaving. When I returnedShe was still there.Same place.Different moment. Now it was her turn.Her number was called.So I waited.For a chancea small, uncertain chance to speak to a girl who had somehow already stepped into my thoughts. Because I’ve learned something about life,It presents opportunities quietly,and it is up to us,to be brave enough to take them. She stepped out with a smile,Soft,Certain.Like she expected me to still be there.She caught me looking.And I froze. She held my gaze,Seconds stretched,Not one,Not two, But long enough to say,“Come.”But I didn’t.I stood there, rooted,between fear and the moment,I might soon regret,if i don't move. Her back began to fade into the distance,my thoughts chasing wordsI should’ve said.By the time I found them,I saw myself moving toward the exit. She was a bit farbut there she was,taking her sweet time,like she was counting her steps.I want to believeshe was waiting for me. I couldn’t prove itbut I’m gladI didn’t lose her.I wasn’t chasing herbecause I liked her. I was chasing herbecause I was curious.Curiosity had led me this far.I looked downat my phone in my hand.It was dead. And I thought“Maybe it’s not meant to be.”But fate has a strange sense of humor.I saw a friend. Borrowed his phone.And ran back into a momentthat refused to end. I reached her.Awkward. Breathless.And I spokethe only way I knew howto start a conversation.“Your level?” “Your course?” “Your age?” It sounded wrong,rushed.But she smiled anyway. She was older than I thought. And just like thatwe began.We talked. We laughed. We flirted. At first,I wasn’t interested. Not really. Just curious. About the girl who i saw in caf.But she saw more. She liked me. Not just how I lookedbut who I was. .I had always been shallow. Eyes before heart. Body before soul.But she changed that. She made me feel like maybe liking someone wasn’t about what you seebut what you feel. And slowlyI began to fall too.Two weeks laterI asked her out.She said no.Confusion,frustration,a quiet angerI didn’t want to admit. Did I read it wrong? Was it all in my head?But she noticed. Of course she did.“We’re moving too fast,” she said. “I’m scared we’ll end the same way.”And suddenlyit made sense.So I waited. We slowed down. We learned each other like pages,And when I asked again,She said yes.And it was good. At first,Then came the cracks. Differences. Clashes. Opinions that didn’t bend.So I spoke. About what hurt me. What I didn’t like. What I hoped we could fix.But all I got was“That’s how I am.”No sorry. No pause. No understanding.Just that.That night, I was quiet. Broken in silence.She said goodbye that same night,like everything was normal when it wasn't. I waited for her to reach out,One day,Two days,But nothing happened. So i took what i believed was the next decision,I ended it,But deep downI hoped she’d fight. Say something. Do something,Care.Instead, she said“Same here 😂”And just like thatIt ended. All the moments, all the love,Reduced to a laugh.And I sat there, heart heavy, mind racing, asking questions that had no answers.Maybe it was fate that brought us together. But maybeIt was just a lesson that felt like love.

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