When I thought destiny was just my game :)

We fall in love. That’s one fact nobody will miss. (Surely. :D) But, what if we fall in crush? Absurd. Haha. Think about that! :D But is there really humor vibrating in falling, especially if there’s no one to catch you when you hit your face on the floor?

In one chance, a perfect little first chance, he was there. Technically, he’s not someone every girl would go gaga for. He’s just a face, a similar face, in a crowd. He blends perfectly in; you won’t even notice he’s there with the exception of his height. In one perfect little chance, we became friends. He has this power to make you very much comfortable with him, that you may find yourself laughing with a stranger you’ve only met for minutes. It seems just exchanging names is enough to make you share your life with him. I was caught in the comfort of my weakness. He was there, in that one perfect little chance.

In a perfect little second chance, God played with me on a rainy day with my pink umbrella. And I played along. There was me, there was him, in a little perfect moment. We went back to where we should be, together. It was a little perfect moment of talking and laughing. I was caught again in the comfort of my weakness. He was still there, in that one perfect little second chance.

Another and another day came and another chance comes along. We wore the same color. We have the same way. We meet, greet, and threw little smiles. I was assuming. Sadly, I was; that’s what happens when you become friends with someone so nice – you assume perfect little chances. But yet, at the end of the day after I’ve tallied all the glances and talks, I’ll still prefer to drown myself with the notion – “he’s just being nice”. So I thought he was, and yet I still let myself lose balance. No matter how hard I try not to entertain the feeling, my weakness still betrayed me. There’s a mere comfort knowing he’s just there, in perfect little chances.

And today, I woke up with a little perfect hope – I decided to play with God, and with the perfect little chances He showers on me. I actually believed that if I will see him today, that will be just destiny working. And so the day passes by with no sight of him. Absurdly, I have seen some of our friends, but never him. I knew God was playing along. He loved my game and so did I. At the end of the day, when I decided to go home and stop my perfect little game, God still wants to push through. That, I didn’t see coming. I was supposed to go home, throw myself on the bed, and forget the whole deal but with a sudden little perfect twist of fate; I was instead carried to a little perfect place. Hours passed and then I thought it was over, but God is a very good director – he directed and a blockbuster that hit me in the face. My perfect little third chance came along, bringing my favourite present. He was perfectly there. And so I smothered myself with the idea that destiny is just my game. We said hellos and goodbyes and finally I walked along with my friends wearing sunshine in my face. He was there, he was there, and he was there.

They were behind us and so as we separate our ways, I tried to give a perfect little last glance. And that’s when God decided to ring the bell. With the lit of the night, I could perfectly see him... and his friend – having their own little perfect chance. That too, I didn’t see coming. :D God really does play well that I thought I already won. Again, I tried not to entertain the feeling and be engulfed by it. Or so I thought I had. As everything came into a sudden halt, I realized maybe, he wasn’t really there all along – it was just me. It’s just me trying to write my own tale. In a world where dragons, Cinderella, and pixie dust do not exist, I created my own destiny, my own little perfect chances, him with me. And so tonight the tale ends... and so does my perfect-little-secret-absurd chances.

Pen down. Time’s up. The game’s over.