Hello everyone, here is a short love story about falling in love for the second time. This story revolves around Maira( as the narrator) and Eric. I hope you enjoy it, thank you.
I still remember the funny feeling that I used get every time I had a whiff of his scent. It had been just a few weeks into knowing him and I felt like a Labrador, trained to smell its heart walking right across the office corridor. Love at first sight, was something that I had never believed in and that was not what had actually happened with me.
It was never the looks but the kind of person he was. The virtues that attracted me towards him, will sound boring and absolutely dull compared to the words like dashing, heart-throbbing and gorgeous. He was kind, compassionate, forgiving and most importantly he was a person who took his dreams seriously. Taking one’s dreams seriously and actually putting effort towards it, was something that I rarely saw people do.
Don’t get me wrong when I say people barely follow their dreams. What I am referring to, is the act of following those dreams which actually had been a part of you, those dreams which promise no lucrative flow of income yet it drives you with so much passion and love, that you would have said at some point in your life “I always wanted to do that”.
But no, he was different. He dreamt of a dream where he wanted to build a foundation for the lesser privileged girls, funded by his research which was his brainchild related to controlling the carbon emission in the environment. That was something that I saw him spend hours on. He tirelessly worked on data collection, writing his papers and applying for different universities that might accept his idea and fund his research. I remember that he was so emotionally connected to his dreams, that one late night in the office, I found him quietly crying with his laptop, hiding in one of the meeting rooms because he had received his second rejection letter from a university.
I, on the other hand, was this person who only dreamt of doing a lot of things. I was 22 and was figuring out life. I had interned for a company as a financial analyst. Not exactly what I had wanted, however, it was my first internship and I was pretty excited about it.
That is when I met Eric. He was this hefty guy with nerdy glasses and he could easily pass off as a married guy with 2 kids. But he was just 23. Barely a few months older than me and here he was focused and all fired up to get the things that he had always wanted done, whilst he worked his head off at this office. I was no short of being amazed and it took less than a month to fall in love with him.
We got to know each other. He loved the fact that I had some really absurd theories of why things worked in a certain way. My theory of why depression is good for a human heart was his favorite. We sat under the sparsely star lit sky on the beach (thanks to the light pollution of the city!) and explained to him that depression is like having a fever wherein the germs had to be killed first in order to restore back the body to its original health, similarly a person had to reach his lowest point in order to start afresh. Yes, he found me interesting.
He said he could see himself falling in love with me, because I was an amazing person. He warned me to stay away from him because he did not want to hurt me by breaking the then existent friendship. I argued and convinced him that none of that was going to happen and we were going to stay the best of friends. Frankly, he was just too awesome to fall in love with; I felt inferior to him to the extent where I would consider my own dreams as worthless.
One fine day, as we were sitting in his car parked outside a burger shop, he confessed that he has fallen for me. Few weeks later, I was feeling things that I swear I tried to brush aside as much as possible, to the point that I could no longer ignore it.
I had fallen in love with him.
It was then when I felt one of the most amazing feelings in this world. The feeling of being complete mixed with happiness that comes when you offer your love to someone and the other person happily accepts it.
Love, I realized was more about acceptance of what you had to offer as a person to your significant other.
Because, if what you had to offer comes back rejected, then your whole world would feel like crashing down to nothingness.
My own world did come crashing down after two months into the relationship when I was told that what we had, would no longer work.
I cried. I balled my eyes out. Repeated the story of my failed pure love to every friend I could find solace in. I kept asking him questions, trying my best to understand why he had changed all of a sudden.
“It wasn’t sudden.” He said “I really liked you and over the time I did find myself in love with you. But I loved the real you.”
He continued “I never wanted to hurt you Maira.” he said earnestly. “I saw you as this person who was in love with her dreams but then over the time, I realized that you had changed. Maybe it was the internship that was getting the best of you. You were so happy with the idea of being in love that you actually stopped working for your dreams which you would have otherwise done, if you had not met me. I do not want to be the person holding you back. I surely do not want you to plan your future with just me in it and with zero mention of you achieving your dreams in those plans. I did try and tell you about this, but you were so happy with what you had, that you failed to notice it. I tried my best to be there for you as much and as long as I could. The truth is that somewhere down the line , I realised that this is not going to work , because in the long run you will find yourself unhappy cause you never actually got to do anything for yourself. ”
He was right. Back then, I was so excited about the mere idea of being in love, that I wanted to do everything that I could possibly do with him. In a bid to do so, I abandoned my dreams of majoring in Japanese and becoming a writer.
As they say, everything happens for a reason. I took myself seriously and focused on things that made up the real me. After 4 years of investing much discipline and hard work, I found myself as the author of 2 books, a major in Japanese and ended up as an administrative staff at the Embassy of Japan in India.
After my first brush with love, I never quite found another person to make me feel like that all over again. I thought I would never feel love until today.
Today, I had the same funny feeling. I was glad that I could actually feel that because I almost felt acknowledged to feel like a human being once again. That warm feeling that arose within me as I watched a neatly suited up man speaking to the ambassador, made badly want to just go up to him and talk. Such confidence and radiance did the man ooze, that it is quite difficult for a girl to not notice it.
He briefly looked at me before leaving the room and that is when I revisited my belief regarding how love, at first sight, was all nonsense. I obeyed the ambassador when he asked me to get the documents ready and assist this person to fill it up as it is of high priority. I took the needed documents and lead him to the lounge room where he can sit down and fill them up.
He was filling up the documents and I sat in disbelief when I watched him fill up the details for his child.
“You finally did it!” I said with surprise.
“Ara, that is what you have always wanted to name your adopted daughter. Right?” I said as I gleamed with happiness.
He looked at me, smiled and said “Yes, you still remember all that don’t you? I am glad you are happy for me. And I am even much more elated to see you finally in a place where you had always wanted to be.”
Yes, 4 years had passed and I still had the same feeling, the warm liquid joy called love. Just when I was sure that I would never fall in love again, I found myself completely enveloped in the same feeling, this time even stronger, for the same amazing man. Here was, Dr.Eric Patrick, founder of the internationally acclaimed Gabrielle Foundation for Girls and a proud single father of an adopted girl child. I was once again awestruck and in love with the person which he had actually chosen become.
“You want to meet for dinner tonight? I’ll introduce you to Ara. She will love you” He asked me as he was about to leave.
“Sure” I replied.
As we exchanged numbers once again, I realized that falling in love with the same person does feel like falling in love for the second time. I guess that stupid love does have its vision impaired.
Love doesn’t quite see if it is a new person or the same one before manifesting itself upon someone. It just makes you fall for it. I believe that is why they say love is blind after all.