My heart danced with excitement as he came to pick me up. It was amazing that after only a few weeks of talking, it felt like we had known each other for a long time. The connection between us was still developing, but it was evident that something truly special was brewing.

When he first initiated the conversation, I was preoccupied with other thoughts and not very engaged; mostly, I ignored noticing his messages for me. He wasn’t clingy, though. However, he tried to reach out to me a couple of times when he noticed I hadn’t responded to any of his messages. To be precise, I wasn’t interested. I had already formed the notion that this man wouldn’t be excited to converse, so I ignored his initial messages for me. However, his genuine attempts and interest in getting to know me drew me in and kept me talking. Surprisingly, he seemed attracted to me even before our conversation began.

The way our conversation flowed was incredibly seductive to me. I cursed myself for judging him and ignoring him for all those days. He introduced himself as a doctor, more precisely, a heart surgeon. Playfully, he mentioned, "The only one who has the charm to stop your heart and the skills to then revive it back." I instantly fell for his humorously flirtatious charm.

He had a genuine and open personality that immediately appealed to me. As we got to know each other better, our conversations became way more interesting and stimulating. I realized he wasn’t just an accomplished surgeon but also an exceptional conversationalist, which totally impressed me.

I had previously held the misconception that doctors were dull conversationalists, but he shattered that stereotype. When I playfully teased him about my initial skepticism towards doctors, he took it in stride, appreciating the authenticity of our exchanges, and jokingly assured me, "Oh, don't you worry. Luckily you're in good company; I'm not as boring as you might have thought.” He appreciated the natural flow of our discussions and admired my openness, subtly implying that I should remain the same because he found it engaging and impressive (He is totally spellbound! Blush, blush! I am on cloud 9). I’m crushing on him even more now.

He exuded calmness and composure, and his listening skills were exceptional. I could sense his attentiveness even before he confirmed it. Once again, I told him how much I admired his listening skills and how patient he was, always attending to every word. He playfully replied, "That's the specialty of a heart surgeon, you know. I'm as cool as a cucumber, which is crucial when dealing with heart patients." He added, "I would listen to every word you say. You're totally addictive."

OMG! Did he say that he is addictive to me? Blush, blush! A man who listens to my chatter with patience, attending to every word I say. Gosh! How can I control my thoughts? Hmm, he’s so damn desirable.

I’m already fascinated by him and I couldn’t help but fantasize about his subtle sensuous touches, his sexy whispers, and the warmth of his breath on my skin. The calm and composed way he speaks is filled with intrigue, making him even more irresistible and desirable.

His playful response made me feel like I wasn’t in the real world anymore. It was as if his attention and understanding created a bubble around me. With each word exchanged, I felt completely spellbound by him.

It was clear from his actions that he truly valued my presence and our conversations. Despite my initial uncertainty about my feelings towards him, amidst these mixed emotions, his presence left me feeling remarkably content and deeply connected to him. I wondered, "Why didn't I find him sooner?" Being in his presence brought about a sense of peace and stillness in me. Our interaction was a harmonious blend of intellect, romance, and emotion. It was both stimulating and heartwarming, so much so that I longed for him to be mine. I dreamt of waking up next to him every day.

Despite his demanding work life, he always made time to update me on his day and ask about mine, making me feel like the sun orbiting his world. I felt cared for, cherished, and heard. When work forced us apart, we missed each other deeply. I would eagerly await his message, hesitating to disturb him, knowing he might be away from his phone attending to patients or in the operating theatre. He would ask me why I hadn’t dropped any message and tell me that I was bursting through his senses even when we weren’t talking, and that I could leave him a message anytime. His words, "All rights deserved for you to disturb me," made me blush with the knowledge of my effect on him. Even with our limited conversations, he effortlessly made them fun, intriguing, and comforting.

His attentive listening and thoughtful responses revealed a growing appreciation for me. His acknowledgment of my work and conversation skills boosted my confidence and pride, while his compliments about my personality and appearance created a sense of being valued and desired.

His eagerness to meet me and spend time together was evident. Our hearts thrummed with anticipation as we both eagerly looked forward to finally meeting and spending time together, knowing that this meeting would help us decide where we truly fit together and offer a fresh perspective beyond the virtual world of endless messages.

I realized my feelings for him had already bloomed, and I couldn’t wait to meet him. The much-anticipated day of our date finally arrived, filling me with nervous excitement. We had planned to meet in the evening, after our work, and he kindly offered to pick me up from my office.

The following day, we exchanged messages in the morning, expressing excitement to see each other. However, throughout the day, we couldn’t communicate much due to his busy schedule. In the evening, he messaged me to let me know that he would be there shortly.

He arrived on time, and playfully texted, "Bring yourself and your expectations right down to the ground. I'm waiting outside for you.” His playful message made me smile and I replied that I was ready and on my way.

My heart pounding with excitement, I hurriedly left my office grabbing my things. As I stepped out, the sun’s blinding rays played a cheeky prank, momentarily taking my vision away as I searched for his car. "Oh, great timing," I chuckled, fumbling for my sunglasses and stepping back to regain my sight.

Glancing at the numerous cars parked in front of the building, I doubted I could spot his, even though he shared his car number. I pulled out my phone to call him, but before I could dial, a friendly voice greeted me from behind. Hello, Here I am.....

I turned around, "Oh boy," my heart skipped a beat in awe. He looked absolutely amazing, even more handsome than in the pictures he had shared. The sexiest Doc I ever seen in my life in real. The pictures he claimed were his best ones didn’t do justice to how he looked in person. His hair was perfectly styled, and his smile held a kindness that warmed my heart. For a fleeting moment, I thought to myself, do I match his look/personality? But his warm and embracing hug immediately melted away any negative thoughts.

He greeted me with a charming smile as he escorted me to his car, which was conveniently parked at the gate I had missed.. I chuckled to myself, realizing I had focused on the car number in his message instead of the Mercedes model he had mentioned (excuse my limited knowledge of automobiles). This momentary lapse of attention was to blame, as he escorted me to the car, my mind raced elsewhere, desperately trying to recall the number from the message. Yet, it remained frustratingly elusive, like a whisper lost in the wind leaving me confused. Why would someone send a car series number instead of a car number? Is it common, or am I just out of the loop? Lol.

As he opened the car door for me, I accidentally headed to the wrong side, earning a playful wave and a chuckle from him. “Oops!” What a little moment of confusion and mess I had created in my head with the number game, making me look a bit silly. But as we both laughed it off, I knew this little scene would be etched in my memory, ready to be retold as a hilarious story someday.

When we drove away, I felt a mix of nervousness and excitement for what the day would bring. Settling comfortably inside the car, he held my hand with a comforting gesture, as if he knew that I was nervous. Meanwhile, he revealed his plan for the evening: a delightful dinner at an elegant restaurant. Ah! A fancy dinner date! The thought sent a thrill through me, mixed with a flutter of nerves. It had been a while since I had been on a romantic date, and I was still dressed in my office attire. Would my office attire be appropriate for such a setting?

Well, let me spill the beans! Although our meeting was planned, I wasn’t prepared for a fancy dinner date. My simple office formals felt like a pale imitation of the elegant attire I envisioned for the evening. Seeing him, I realized with a jolt that my office attire was far too casual for the occasion. But instead of letting it get to me, I decided to throw caution to the wind and roll with it. I could feel the excitement bubbling within me with each passing moment. With complete trust in him and comfort in his presence, I settled into my seat and enjoyed the short drive to the restaurant.

Arriving at the restaurant, we were greeted by the warm ambiance of cozy elegance. The gentle strains of music painted the perfect backdrop for a romantic evening. When he held my hand, I blushed as I felt the warmth of his touch. Our fingers intertwined, silently expressing our happiness. My heart overflowed with joy as I took in the inviting environment, everything seeming to align perfectly for our special evening.

Throughout the evening, his hand affectionately caressed mine whenever he held it. His eyes met mine with an intensity that made me feel like I was losing myself in their depth. As we engaged in deep conversation, his genuine interest in my thoughts and experiences was a therapeutic release. We laughed together at silly encounters, and he showed compassion and care as we shared our stories. The evening was incredible, creating a beautiful and romantic setting for our time together.

With every touch and gaze, he had a way of stirring my heart. As we sat closer, I found myself drawn to his alluring scent (perfume drives me wild). 'You smell amazing,' I complimented. He embraced me, gently kissing the side of my head (Ah! What? He kissed me), and whispered, 'You smell wonderful too, and 'You are so beautiful.' I felt myself melding into him like molecules. The undeniable spark and chemistry between us led to an inability to keep our hands off each other. I reciprocated the affection, leaning closer as his arm wrapped around me, and I nestled my head on his chest. The scent of my hair and his tender pecks continued to linger.

After enjoying a delightful meal, chatting, and a bit of romance, we decided it was time to leave. When we stepped out of the restaurant, it was already dark. The warm summer breeze enveloped us, but we were so lost in each other’s embrace that we didn’t even feel the mugginess. He gently grabbed my waist, and I loved the way he held me. We looked at each other, and suddenly his lips met mine. Electricity passed through my body as his lips pressed against mine. His lips were soft and warm, his touch gentle. Our kiss was tender yet passionate, and the moment was short but filled with pure bliss and affection. It was a completely unexpected but magical moment, leaving both of us with smiles on our faces and hearts full of joy.

After embracing each other, he dropped me back home with tender farewell kisses. I asked him to message me once he reached home safely, knowing he had a long drive ahead of him. As I requested, he messaged me once he arrived, sending a sweet message about the beautiful night we had shared. When I read his message, I blushed with happiness, feeling warmth spread through me. I replied with a heartfelt response, expressing how much I enjoyed our time together and how grateful I was for such a perfect and memorable date night.

The next day, he had a hectic schedule, as he had already mentioned to me, that he needed to attend multiple surgeries at the government hospital where he sees patients weekly. I felt honored by his dedication to his work. Despite this, he promised to catch up with me later that night. True to his word, we had a wonderful conversation that night, just as he promised. He expressed how grateful he was to be a part of my life. He epitomized everything I had ever looked for in a man, and I felt truly lucky to be with the man of my dreams.

Everything seemed perfect between us. However, couple of days later, he delivered the news that broke my heart. He said that he had thought a lot about us and realized that he could not continue with me because our future commitments didn’t align with our plans. He didn’t want to hurt me further or to get hurt, so he decided to end things before we ended up hurting each other.

His words held an intensity as he spoke, filled with admiration as he praised my personality and the qualities he cherished in me. He praised my beauty, both inside and out, his compliments filling me with warmth that battled against the growing unease within me. It was as if he was trying to soften the upcoming blow before breaking my heart. Despite his efforts, he couldn’t prevent my heart from shattering into pieces.

That day, for reasons I couldn’t quite understand, I felt uneasy. Deep down, I had a premonition that a moment like this might arrive, even though there had been no prior signs of it. Even before he spoke, I sensed it coming, and I found myself whispering, “Ouch, this shouldn’t be happening in reality.” He was my dream, the kind of man I had yearned for, the dream I dreaded waking up from. I didn’t want to let go of him and confront the harsh truth. I attempted to push aside any negative thoughts, but unfortunately, it unfolded just as I had feared.

The news hit me like a weight in my chest, yet amidst the heartbreak, I couldn’t deny his honesty and the clarity of his words; he stayed true to himself. Despite the devastation, I respected his choice; he seemed almost too good to be real, and the ending felt inevitable. It felt like what we shared was destined to be the first and last chapter. We decided to cut the cord that same day, choosing not to prolong the discomfort by maintaining contact. We agreed that we didn’t want anything beyond what we had already shared.

I allowed myself to feel those painful emotions for a while, even though his reasons didn’t provide complete comfort or all the answers I hoped for. However, it was clear that our time together had come to an end. It was a heart-wrenching moment, but I knew I had to accept it and let go.

Even though everything seemed so clear from the beginning, I couldn’t fathom why he chose to end things when we could have worked things out, especially with so much going on between us. Despite that, he seemed to have more clarity and hope for us than I did.

Sometimes, it all becomes a puzzle for me when we know that we are good for each other and can complete each other’s missing pieces, yet we let go of the person in the blink of an eye. The reasons we give may not make sense. We start the journey with one reason and end it with the same reason, which can seem absurd.

Here’s something to understand: Some connections are destined to be cherished moments rather than lasting forever. Certain people come into our lives like stories and leave like dreams. Sometimes we lose people while we think we’re meant to be together, but we never really start to be there—we were just caught up in a beautiful illusion. Sometimes beautiful moments end quickly, and sometimes the messiness of life gets in the way.

I’m slowly learning and understanding that endings are not something to be disappointed by. They don’t contradict hope or take away from the beauty of having felt deeply enough to follow our hearts in the direction of what fills us with light by embracing the inherent unpredictability that life brings.

Although some connections may not last, I find comfort in knowing that every ending marks the beginning of something new. Now, I accept endings gracefully and allow them to remind me that I was fortunate enough to experience something genuine and rare in a world that can often feel disconnected. I believe that every person we meet leaves something behind, whether it’s valuable lessons, cherished memories, or sensations that help us grow and understand ourselves better. Their presence may be fleeting, but the impact they leave on our hearts lingers on as I try to embrace the inherent unpredictability that life brings.