SCRIBBLES: THE BEST WOMAN - PART 1
I do not remember the first time I saw him but I do remember the first time I noticed him.
He had just poured his lunch down my top because he was so mesmerised by the girl who had just entered the Italian restaurant that he didn't notice the step in front of him. In his defence, she was labelled the hottest girl on campus. Luckily for me, I had just finished my lectures for the day so I wasn't stuck all day wearing his lunch. He apologised and asked if he could pay for my meal or summat to which I refused and left the restaurant as quickly as possible. I was so angry with him because I had actually tried to make an effort to dress well that day. And if you know me, days like that are rare.
He eventually cornered me one day, belting out the chorus of Wretch 32's “Forgiveness” to me, horribly off key I might add. I was so embarrassed! Everyone was staring. But, after watching his horrendous dance routine that accompanied the song, I couldn't help but laugh, which I guess was the key to getting him to stop singing. That was the day our friendship began.
I became the girl he’d hang out with, study with and go to watch the most gruesome horror movies with for the next four years. I remember him calling me at 3 o’clock in the morning some nights, frustrated at the fact that he got an 87 on his Mechatronics paper and how that would affect his degree. Of course, on nights like these I’d promptly hang up. How on earth an 87 can affect your grade for the worse is beyond me.
Then came graduation day.
The day I thought I’d never again see the guy who made the past four years of my life the best years of my youth as we were meant to be going our “separate ways”. I was happily mistaken. He had somehow "forgotten" to mention that he was working for the same company that offered me a sweet graduate scheme package. He didn't even tell me had applied to them. He decided that the best way to tell me was to show up to my apartment on my first day of work and ask for a lift.
The idiot.
Though work was hectic, it was brilliant having someone whom I trusted there with me every day. I was never alone at lunch nor did I ever have a dull weekend for the full 3 years we worked there. Our circle of friends grew and merged into one. Everyone made it to either of our apartments once a month for our legendary shindigs; basically a time to relive our uni days.
Then came the day he was posted to Italy to head the company’s production team there.
One of the best and worst days of my life when I heard that. On the one hand, I now had a place to stay rent-free for whenever I decided to go to Rome and on the other hand, I was losing my best friend. But God always had my back and reminded me that He did create such a thing called-
Skype.
When he came home that Christmas he was a changed man. I picked him up from the airport and drove him to his mum’s house. He was so…relaxed. He seemed happy yet I always thought he seemed a bit sad to be here with us and that he’d rather be back in Rome. Who could blame him? But then we spent the whole night talking and laughing about his 6 month “holiday” and ended up falling asleep in the living room; wine glasses still in hand. I was ecstatic because what we had was still there.
The following summer, a group of us went over to Rome to visit him; to see the place he was now calling home.
It was so hot. I remember scolding myself for even thinking about wearing my coat on board the plane let alone actually wearing the ridiculously warm piece of clothing. We were greeted so well at the airport by him and his new mates which was nice. I never expected anything less from him. That night, we all went to this beautiful restaurant almost similar to the one we had our first encounter. As I was replaying those funny memories when I heard the following words come out of his mouth-
“Will you marry me?”
Right there. He just did it. In front of all of our friends and his new friends, he asked the question almost every girl in the world has imagined being asked. I do not know when I started crying. It felt like I was hit by a train *slash* on a roller coaster *slash* jumping off a bridge. He was only 26 years old and yet he felt like he had found the best woman to spend the rest of his life with. Although, to be fair, I knew the man I would love to spend the rest of my life with back when I was 18 years old and still a fresher.
This is the moment that everything changed.
END of PART 1
I thought that I'd it there for now. Do not want to overwhelm your pretty eyes with too many words hehe.
A little disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. If this at all resembles your life it is purely coincidental. Although it felt like those blurbs we see before (or is it after?) a movie, I felt like I need to add that... :)
Till next time!
Luv, Mo
xx