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!