There was a guy, shy and sweet and in love with a girl. The girl was pretty and witty; high class too and she was with another guy, the coolest guy in the neighborhood. Day by day, Shy guy pined after Pretty and witty lady but he didn’t exist to her. They passed by each other daily and he always had a smile for her but she never saw him; her eyes saw through him. His heart grew lean from starvation and he walked around with a stoop.
Then one day, he stumbled into Sweet girl. Sweet girl provided a distraction from Pretty and witty girl, and for a while he allowed himself to get lost in her. She tended to his heart and fed it daily with love and affection; she doted over him and he never wanted for care. Soon he began to think that he could give his heart to Sweet girl – she would take care of it – Maybe love wasn’t supposed to be wild and exhilarating like he had always believed.
One evening, after a quiet meal, while snuggling on his sofa watching a romantic comedy, Sweet girl whispered to him, asked if she could keep his heart forever. He said yes, laughed and then began to cry. His heart would not budge and it stuck to its place in his chest, cold and unyielding. It had stopped beating. He left the house leaving a bewildered Sweet girl in tow, and went for a walk, hoping for a miracle.
Pretty and witty girl was restless. She had been for two weeks but she could not place a hand on why. Life was good. She had everything she wanted and a man that doted on her and cherished her. Still, something was missing. She was hanging with her friends when it hit her; the emptiness and aloneness that was lurking beneath the surface. It was her soul, she concluded, it lacked fire, and she was shivering in the cold.
She decided to go for a walk, hoping to find answers. She was walking on the same path that shy guy was on. They walked towards each other, one looking for a miracle and the other answers, both lost in thought and oblivious of the other.
When they were a few feet from each other, it began to rain – it was sudden and without warning. It was a heavy downpour with rumbling thunder and cracking lightning. They ran back in opposite directions, seeking shelter from the rain.
With each step they took, each was filled with a sense of loss and a feeling of having just missed out on something special.
Shy guy turned back a few times on his journey home unable to shake the feeling that he was going in the wrong direction. He was fighting the wild thump of his heart – jumping and screaming and – telling him to turn back.
Drenched, he reached the front door of his house and steeling his resolve, stepped in and locked gaze with Sweet girl standing by the window. She was beautiful, homely and lovable, and he knew he was blessed to have her in his life; to have her wanting him. His heart said in a cool but clear voice – you don’t belong here; you won’t be happy here.
He stepped forward, reached into his chest and pulled out his heart and handed it to Sweet girl. She took his heart gingerly, with tears streaming down her face and said – welcome home.
On her front porch, Pretty and witty girl collapsed breathless, chest heaving, and began to weep. She was filled with an overwhelming sadness and grief. She knew something had definitely gone terribly wrong, something that affected her deeply. Something that had changed the course of her life.
She felt like she had lost something precious.
She had indeed lost her soul-mate.