“Wake up!! You have to go to class at 8”. That is how my day started. “ Have your breakfast and don’t forget to wear you jacket, its chilling out there.” Sounds like your mom giving you instructions. But she was my girlfriend, my second mother, my life. Yeah, she was my life. I couldn’t imagine my life without her. I don’t know what would have happened to me if she never came to my life. She gave me a meaning. She defined me. She was my first girlfriend and probably the only. I never knew life could be so meaningful. I had a reason to stay safe, to stay away from recklessness, to stay alive. She was my night, made me feel like a shining star. I always thought of myself as a complete loser, she told me I was her hero. I always thought nobody would like me, she loved me. I always thought I was a trouble maker, she relied on me to solve her problems. I thought I was a bad omen in peoples’ lives, she told me I was her lucky charm. She was probably the only reason I realized my life was disorganized. She made me eat and if I failed to do so, she would starve in return. She never asked me to change, but I changed. I thought old habits die hard, but you need a reason strong enough to kill them. She was totally a crazy stupid woman, still she was my life. She was the most beautiful girl my eyes could ever see. Her eyes were the best feature of her fair and round face. Her dark eyebrows lined them, perfectly contrasting her skin. Her hair, best when wet, fell down randomly ,curling up at ends. I just wanted to play with her flocks. Her nose, she told she dint like it, was sleek and straight and you should really envy its perfection. Her cheeks still laden with small amount of baby fat, pulling them was the only the second appropriate thing you could do with them. And her smile, more potent killer than a nuclear bomb!! That was my life. She was the perfect part of my apparently imperfect life. She was a career woman, she played sports, she could cook, she was a very smart and outgoing person, lots of social contacts, and she listened to rock music…that I too enjoyed(and the best part because it allowed us to communicate in language of music). She could take perfect care of me. Her presence meant I would not need anybody to be around me. We were two opposite poles. After all, relationships are not about having similarities; its more about respecting the differences. Also, smart people are those who find opposite pieces of jigsaw puzzle so that they could fit, not the same ones. And I thought I don’t deserve her. She was too good for me. But I had a habit to get lucky everytime in my life. And I got lucky in her case too. Cupid blessed me. Change is the law of universe they say. Nothing is permanent except change. Our relationship was too, destined to change. Nobody was at fault, it is just a matter of difference of priorities. She was my priority and her career for her. I could never understand this. After all, she was my night, she was a sweet dream. I have to wake up. It’s 8. I have to go to a class. Yes, I am not dreaming anymore. I don’t know if I really loved her or not, because it was just a dream. You don’t fall in love with wrong people, you are born at wrong places.
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