The best thing about believing in fate is, you know the inevitable will always befall no matter how hard you pray for it not to, therefore you have ample time for mental preparation before the inevitable happens.
It's been one solid year since my matriculation. Throughout my freshman year I met many new people, laughed at new jokes, at the same time, got reunited with old friends, and laughed at old jokes as well. All in all, Mr. Fate has done me good favour for letting me meet the people who bring me joy and laughters.
Then came one day when I had a meaningful (although some issues were kind of depressing) conversation with She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. It appears that over there, she's constantly reminded of her -ahem- bad memories although both of them aren't from the same faculty. So my dear friend was lamenting on how small she finds her campus and how the sight of him just stirs up butterflies in her stomach.
It was then that I felt this sudden overwhelming gratitude towards Mr. Fate, for he has been making my life somehow a bed of roses since my matriculation, as compared to my poor friend. My guess is having a timetable that somehow quarantines me at Science helped in some ways too. For one solid year, even in the same campus, even as I travelled between faculties for food, our paths were clear of one another, just like a pair of skew lines in space that don't meet. I believe, like me, he has eaten, drunk and been merry for the past one year but none of them bothered me because they just don't.
But roses do wilt one fine day, don't they? Mr. Fate has decided that one year is enough for me to live in my own lalaland, and it's time to face life's reality - when two lines eventually meet. It happened just today, right outside where I stay.
I was not being arrogant or snobbish - I really did not see him coming, because I was talking animatedly with a friend who lent me a big favour some time ago. It is natural for you to shift your gaze as you talk, and it is even more natural for you to not pay attention to what you see. Then,
"Hi Ivy."He appeared a little different from how I remember him. That is why, I took a fraction of a minute, staring at the guy who just called me, before saying 'Hi'. And without saying bye, we just passed each other and parted ways.
Just like the old time. Without saying bye, we split directions.
Sometimes I used to wonder how I would react should I meet him on a random day in a random way in campus. There were times I even postulated possible scenarios and drew up defense plans should the postulations come true. But it happened so naturally today that none of my defense plans were useful.
I must insist, he is now history.
But a girl is still a girl - she never wants to be reminded of a piece of history that hurt. Hurt, not hurts.
So please, I implore you, understand and don't misunderstand why I would rather not meet him in any ways. I chose to not tell you because I want you to read this, as words do misconvey meanings sometimes.
