Little did I know…
It was during that phase when we all thought we were at the point of making the biggest decisions in life ever. It was when we all had to decide on where we want to go to university and what we wanted to study, as if those were the only things that decided our career paths and future. That was almost a decade ago and I could say that those decisions alone are indifferent to how my career is going today, but I know that I wouldn’t be where I am today if it weren’t for the decisions I made back then.
That was also around the time when I first walked into a class where — little that I knew — the missing piece of my life is. I walked into a tiny class of six, with only two guys that completed the whole class that felt like a bunch of misfits being put into one. At the time, none of us — at least that’s what I thought — expected that we would be lifelong friends or even still be in contact with each other at least after we graduated from that school by the end of the year.
Fast forward to September, just short of two months before classes finish and we would all be moving away for university. I had been talking to one of the guys in my class for a couple of weeks, but it was nothing special. It started from a group project together, then it turned into random casual hangouts until one day he stopped me as I was about to drop him off at the car park. He asked me to put his glasses on and I just casually did what he told me without asking questions. He looked at me with a huge smile and just said “I really like you and I’ve had a crush on you for months”. I did not see that coming at all and didn’t know what to do with it. All I knew is that I enjoyed spending time with him but I wasn’t sure if the feeling was mutual as I was recovering from a breakup at the time.
Long story short, we dated for two months and broke up. It was a messy one. I didn’t realise it back then, but it was the one breakup that stayed with me for many years and I had no idea why.
Six years later, he reached out to me again and confessed that he hasn’t moved on. At the time, all it did to me was confirm that that was probably the reason why I couldn’t shake off the guilt I had about bringing our relationship to an end. He wanted to propose despite me having a boyfriend at the time. I took the easy way out by staying with my boyfriend — even though the relationship was bound to end — and walked away.
Fast forward to today, almost a decade after that awkward event in the car park, the universe brought us back together. Against all the odds that I was married and he was a matchmaking experiment brought along by his family. We managed to find our way back to each other, this time not letting anything come between us ever again.
