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I had known it the second second I woke up that day. Something atypical was going to happen and I could tell. I lazily turned off the alarm on my phone. I just couldn't help but stare at the date. It was like the calendar was giving me signs. It just didn't feel "normal".  The thought was insane so I just brushed it off and got off the bed. I hurriedly got ready, had my breakfast and ran off to college because as always I was late. The rest of the morning was as mundane as any morning could be. I felt stupid for all the thoughts that came to my find earlier. I made a mental note to not buy romance novels the next time I went to a book store.

I had some really boring classes that day and dreading it made those preposterous thoughts slip off my mind instantly. I had to sit through two consecutive Chemistry classes first thing in the morning and I was losing my mind. When the bell rang for break, I couldn't wait to get a breath of fresh air. I caught my friend's hand and went off towards the college lawn. 

My friend was saying something about how one of her closest childhood friends had called her up the night before and said that he liked her "that way". She was dumbstruck and was asking my opinion on what she should do. I was consoling her or at least trying to. We were just passing through a corridor when a group of people were standing on our way. There was a guy among them who grabbed my attention at the first sight. The moment I set my eyes on him, it was like he had known. He looked at me. I shifted my gaze and tried to concentrate on the things my friend was saying. I looked at him to check if he was still looking only to find out that he was. As the distance between us was ceasing, I noticed his tall demeanor , his chiseled  face and the way he was staring unwavering into my eyes. As we passed through, he smelled enchanting and I got carried away. As I moved away from him, I turned back to look at him and he hadn't bulged. "Do I know him ?", I said particularly to no one. 
"What ? Are you even listening to me Sarah? My life is falling apart and you're blabbering to yourself", my friend said.
"No,no I'm listening. just forget it and tell me what happened next", I lied.
"Alright. Then when he hung up..........." she went on.

I'm not proud of this but I couldn't focus on her things at all. I remembered how I'd felt that morning and how it had kind of come true. I tried to remember his face again as we went round the college lawn but I couldn't. I was being stupid and I knew it but I felt like my entire life had been leading me to that moment. I sighed. I was indeed losing my mind. All the romance novels I "read for a living" were turning against me. My mind was starting to make up stories which were far from realism. It was turning into Nicholas Sparks. I mental face-palmed.

After the break ended, we went back. That guy was still there, and he was still looking at my general direction. When I passed by him again, I wanted to ask him if I knew him but I let it pass. I let that intriguing moment pass unhinged. When I went away from him, I deliberately didn't look back. There is no questioning that I'd very much have wanted to. Since that day, I've thought about him a lot. May be if I'd looked back things could be different ? May be I ruined the opportunity to know the "guy of my dreams" ? The sad thing is, I'll never know. 

 But let's be optimistic. Maybe I will meet him again because if he IS the "guy of my dreams",we at least get to meet before everything blows up in our faces. Right ?







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