It was mid -december the morning was cold and pale too hazy to see a thing even the sun hid behind a white veil.
Walking down the street remembering good old days I saw the face of this girl gliding on the morning haze.
Oh! She was pretty. Her face radiant unlike the hidden sun Sitting on that bench alone she looked like an angel in a white gown.
I said to myself Is she who I waited for so long? This is not another of my dreams Yes,she might be "the one".
I felt determined. I'm not letting her slip by my hands She might be the only love of my life She might be my final chance.
Just then I felt a chill in my bone It wasnt the morning cold It was the thought that- She might belong to another soul. Maybe she is waiting for him the love of her life the man of her dream Otherwise why would she be alone Sitting on that bench and cold as a stone What if I aint good enough for her Just another person she met before.
somewhere between these thoughts our eyes met before I could say a word, she got up, smiled at me and.... left.
I stood there still colder than before looked like the mist devoured her she could be seen no more.
Everything turned blue thereafter what had I done! missed my chance once again She might have been "the one".
I sat on the same bench and thought- what if from these inhibitions I was free she would be still sitting by my side smiling at me. And I would have looked straight into her eyes without any fears Would have held her hand and uttered those three magic words.
From that day everyday I sit at that same place waiting for my girl to appear from somewhere behind the haze.