I no longer believed in soul mates or love at first sight. I was starting to assume that there was no right person, just different flavors of wrong. I resigned to listening to the world’s best collection of bitter songs and drew consolation that even the supreme of celebrities too had gone through tough times. Inexorably, I developed a keen interest in Adele and anyone who spoke the language of a love gone sour. And instead of crying myself to sleep, ‘Big girls don’t cry’ song became my bed time lullaby. I fought tears every single night, I lost appetite, and my weight abandoned me when I most needed it, I lost my chubby self. I was just a girl with a crashed heart, getting over a filthy frog! Accordingly… I stopped seeking that special person! For a moment, I became that girl, wanted by many, taken by none, looking at some and waiting for THE ONE.

Millions of seconds later, I got over it. I met that special man, who was wrong for me in the right way: because I too, was wrong for him, in a complementary way. I ran up against my titanic ego and let the fairy tale be. He was the miracle I needed. I put my pride aside and let him hold my hand,made be forget my woe. He stirred me to grow to the superwoman that I am, (or so I have made myself believe), and he, he really is perfectly the one!

And love songs now have a meaning. It is one thing to fall in love; it’s another to have someone else fall in love with you, and to in turn feel undying responsibility towards that love. Without noticing, John Legends ‘All of me’ became my ringtone, and I still blush at the thought of seeing him again: my worst distraction, but perfectly the best diversion too.  In his eyes, I see something more beautiful than the stars. I knew from the moment I met him that there was something about him I needed, but now it turns out that it wasn’t just something about him, it was just him! All of him!

Because he, he is wrong for me, perfectly in the right way!

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