How I Met Your Mother

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How I Met Her

It was sometime in 1968. I was happily on my way back to my house after successfully proposing to my long-time girlfriend of 6 years. I felt happy; my thoughts then was’ I was going to marry the woman of my life’.  Nothing at that time could have spoiled my happiness. I thought wrong.

I busied my thoughts with that of my girlfriend, of our soon-to-come wedding and more importantly, our future together. Too busy thinking those thoughts, I didn’t realise the blind man in front of me. I accidentally collided with him, causing him to fall. At first, I felt annoyed. Annoyed with him for interrupting my happy thoughts and annoyed because I was in a rush, I couldn’t wait to tell my parents about the acceptance of my proposal. Nevertheless, I helped out anyway, causing me to turn back to see my girlfriend, rather, my fiancée. I was about to give her a wave when I saw a man approaching her. He was about 5 feet tall, with curly hair, dark skin, and incredible good looks. At first, I thought he was a friend of hers, since she told me that she has a school reunion to attend to. I didn’t suspect anything until I saw the man with a banquet of flowers and two movie tickets, and then slowly coming closer to her to give her a peck on the cheek!

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I could feel hot blood rising up to my face in anger. I cracked my knuckles menacingly to give that man a piece of my mind before remembering the blind man in front of me who actually got badly hurt from our collision. He was blindly searching for his cane, and my feeling of sympathy overpowering that of anger made me carry him up to bring to the clinic to patch up his wounds. Somehow, I felt angry at the blind man. If it wasn’t for him, I wouldn’t have to learn of my fiancée’s cheating. I didn’t need to ...

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