Some complicated story

Forgive me Chrisann for making this a not so funny blog, (not that the earlier one was). You know we all have stories. Each one of has a story of his/her own, we just don’t share it. I guess maybe it’s lack of medium or lack of communication or maybe lack of listeners. I’m not worried about any of the three (not too sure about the third though) and so I’m gonna say mine. Okay, don’t worry, not the entire one but just a part of it.
Well, easily enough it’s about a girl. A girl, who is awesome in every aspect. I met her in college. We became very good friends, close ones. No we didn’t spend hours talking on the phone or stuff, nor did we ignore others and choose to live in our own world. We were friends (still are) and left it at that. After that, however, we lost contact. There weren’t any fights, any arguments, any misunderstandings or anything. We just didn’t keep in touch. Years later, we met again. This time we came closer than before. Spoke every day, told each other of inconsequential things, shared stuff, went for movies. All this while however she was with this one guy, an ash of a person who she didn’t deserve. I mean she gave him almost a decade but he just didn’t deserve all that. In the meanwhile, we came very close. So close in fact that I started to think she was mine. All was hunky dory till I went to the rig.
When on the rig, there was this one friend of hers who had been with her for 7 years, more than twice the number of years I was with her. Initially, I was jealous of her meeting him too often, but then I knew I had her. Slowly, slowly, she became closer to him. We tried talking, but by then she was totally confused. On the one hand, she wanted me and on the other (she doesn’t know this, but I felt) they were soul mates. Cause she knew everything about him. Maybe, it was the time they were together for that this happened, but then I knew how stuck up she was, though she didn’t tell me. You know it’s only girls who can sense things, even guys can. Always quite and boring our conversations became and yet she would tell me everything was normal. I told her something’s awry, and she wouldn’t admit I pestered into telling me. She probably had realized that guy was all she loved. And so did I.
Then came a party. She spent the whole day with him. Went to the party and there she danced with him. After that she told me that he pecked her on the cheek. That was all I had to hear. I knew she loved him too but she wouldn’t admit! Why!? You stupid girl!? Anyways, I told her to wait till I was in Mumbai as I was returning in two days and then we would talk about it. So now two more days to go. The next day again we spoke but we just couldn’t talk normally. There was something missing. Something not right. And it was bothering us both. Anyways, we said we’ll give time. Then came the last day of my rig. It was just a matter of time before I met her. We spoke and I realized that we were just forcing it. There was something between us and no matter what we did it didn’t seem to budge. We realized it was that guy and that she actually loved him. I’d realized it before but didn’t wanna lose her so kept going. Thinking that maybe it will be okay when I’m in Mumbai. But then I thought what if I meet her and physically she’s with me but mentally with the guy. Well, she was in love. Couldn’t get angry now, could I? So then I told her that as much as I loved her, I couldn’t keep her to myself if she had been in love with him all this while. So I told her that she actually loved him and if she did, she should let me go.
What happened next, I cried. She cried. We knew we were happy together, but she didn’t realize that all this while the jealousy she felt when he met someone else was a lover’s jealousy. The time she spent with him, was the time she enjoyed. The fact that she knew him inside out and every small thing about him was actually a sign that they were soul mates. All this she had to realize and maybe that’s where I came in. Hence, I told her that she shouldn’t worry about me and get on with what she feels. Well, she met him the day I was travelling to Mumbai and he proposed. She said yes. I felt happy for her but sad for me. And trust me, that journey was the most painful one I had. I raced with time but lost. Throughout the bus and the flight, I couldn’t help but weep. We’d promised that no matter what, we’d stay with each other. But then I knew things wouldn’t be the same. It’s been three days now and I haven’t met her. But I hope do so soon.
The point of me telling you this is that I wanna know if I did the right thing. And if I did, then is my crying justified. I mean okay guys don’t cry, but then we aren’t emotionally cold. So all I need to know if there’s something wrong I did. And if that girl is reading this, then I really miss you. But her happiness is my priority.
Now, I don't wqant people to think if it is real or not. But the point is, if at all this is real, it is nobody's fault. Not mine, not the girl's, not the guy's. Sometimes things just happen. And it all happens for good.