Star struck

The moment Angela saw him for the first time she was floating. Enveloped in an air of joy and ecstasy around, her heart was jumping leaps and bounds. He was playing soccer with his friends. She had plans to watch a movie so she was waiting for her girlfriends in the shed next to the ground. For the first time in fifteen years of her existence she had Goosebumps for no reason and rhyme. Her friends came by, a few minutes later and they left but for the entire evening the guy in the white Tee was on her mind. The very next day she introduced the shed as the new hideout place to her girlfriends. And there started the customary cycle of spending evenings with a bunch of giggling chirping sixteen year old girls gossiping about anything and everything possible that might exist on the face of the earth. From the school studs, to discussions about so as to why violet is the new pink, to the upcoming rock concerts. Surrounded by everybody she glanced at him unperturbed. Each night in bed before drifting to sleep she spun into a number of stories about what might be a possible if he comes up to her and asks her name.

She was never a damsel and the days passed by, the routine continued and she was still shy. For her he was like the star, the one within her periphery of sight yet unattainable. His absence from the field for a few days made her sick to stomach and gave her sleepless nights. It was all sealed within her and she perfected how to hide her frown from her girlfriends around. Tranquil in her own thoughts she glided. Then finally came the day when after numerous sleepless nights and endless sessions of hopeless smiles he waved to her. She was frozen couldn’t even wave him back felt stupid and turned back. He came running up to her and introduced himself. Jason was his name he said and even the handshake made her shiver and freeze.

Later that evening they ended up going for a walk. It was like a dream come true, and for the days to come the soccer and the gossip sessions took a halt. She liked the cohesion of their interactions and ignored all his flaws.

She was closest to her star now; she could not thank God enough that unlike innumerous unfortunate ones her’s was within her reaches. All she had to do was to extend a hand and claim what she had been longing for all this time.

One day when Jason was on his knees, he proposed her and any doubt of disagreement was out of scene. She always fantasized this day, since she saw him for the first time; it was her persistent dream ever since that night. Here she stands today and just before giving the consent to this relation yet unnamed. She closed her eyes and a flashback rolled by, and all the time they spent together flashed in front of her eyes but, shell shocked she was that the dreamy memoirs were replaced by all his hidden flaws and their unspoken and unresolved arguments that always existed, which they both rarely admitted, for the first time.

Terrified! she opened her eyes. In years of their togetherness she never felt so uneasy before. It wasn’t the cold feet or the commitment jitters that made her say a “NO”. She was surprised at her own decision. On the way back home that evening she took the same path where they both walked hands in hands for the first time. She didn’t repent her decision and she still had the hopeless smile and in the moments of retrospection she realized that Jason was just a star for her which always seemed an unattainable conquest and now when she has “been there and done that” she was just humane to change her desires and dreams.