“Good morning, beautiful”, I looked at her, sighing.
I wonder how I got so lucky to be able to wake up to her face every morning.
“Give me a second”, I said to her, “I will be right back”. I rushed to the kitchen to make me some coffee, and grab some breakfast.
I had a list of things planned for the day. I had to drive myself to work, and then join my friends for a dinner. I was up and about in no time.
Giving her a kiss goodbye, I left the house and went to the bakery where I worked. I started with the dough and hummed while I shuffled with the bowl. I was so in love, oh.
Sometimes I would turn around, and I would feel her by my side.
As the shop shut close, I changed into something decent and headed out to meet my friends, where it was only she who was waiting for me!
It was a date. We had the best conversation ever. We talked about work, and life, in general. We laughed so much, I could see people turning their heads (to report us, probably).
As I got up to escort her out, she had already gotten into a cab and I saw her pass me by through the window. What just happened? Why couldn’t she wait for me? Why did she run away like that?
Flushed with red, I got home and there she was – standing in front of me.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? IS THIS SOME KIND OF A JOKE TO YOU?” I lifted my fist and aimed it at her face.
Ashamed, I looked at my bloody fist and then at the broken face, the mirror had found someone new, someone shattered.
I finally removed my wallet and confronted the prescription that read ‘Diagnosed – Narcissistic Personality Disorder’.