A Love Story in the Bus

“Excuse me, is this seat taken?”, a smooth voice asked.

Matilda looked up to see a young man, probably in his mid twenties, leaning towards the empty seat beside her. He was standing on the aisle, and was wearing light brown pants and a bright red sweater, that reminded her of a ripe apple. His blonde hair and shortly trimmed beard seemed to compliment the outfit he was wearing.

“May I seat here?”, he asked again. Matilda shook her head. No words came out of her mouth. She was dumbfounded by the sudden appearance of this young attractive man.

“Sure.”, she finally said.

He took the seat beside her. Soon after the bus started moving, with beautiful scenaries that could be viewed from the window. But Matilda found herself looking somewhere else. She could not take her eyes of this beautiful stranger seating beside her. Realizing this awkward situation, Matilda quickly looked away, diving into her smartphone. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t get her mind to think about anything other than the stranger sitting beside her.

“Umm, excuse me. This bus is headed to Kathmandu, right?” he asked. Matilda could not believe it. He was headed to the same place as she was.

“Yes. Actually I am going to the same place.”, she replied.

“Really? Wow. Good to know.”, he nodded. “By the way, my name is Ryan.”

“Matilda.”, she replied, while shaking his outstretched hand.

They talked all the way in the bus. The more they talked, the more Matilda liked Ryan. They had a lot in common. They were both from England. Their food taste, their taste of music, their perception of things, everthing was alike. By the time they had got off the bus, they had become close friends.

“Ok, see you next time.”, Ryan said, before leaving for his hotel. Soon, that next time came. They had both returned back to London, and found out that they lived in the same neighborhood. When Matilda found this out, she was so glad she had added him on facebook and he had kept in touch with her.

They decided to meet at a small cafe in their neighborhood. It was their first date. Soon after, many dates followed. Matilda and Ryan naturally grew close to each other. It was perfect for Matilda. Ryan was the perfect guy for her. She was really happy with him. They always seemed to be on the same page about everything. Ofcourse, they quarreled sometimes, but they managed to stick together through thick and thin. Soon a year had passed.

Matilda had fallen madly in love with him. Finally, Ryan confessed that he felt the same way about her. One day, he took her to her favourite restaurant in all of London, and after they finished their dinner, he got down on his knees, produced a shiny ring from his pocket and proposed to her. It was the best moment of her life for Matilda. She could not believe this was actually happening. She looked deep into his light green eyes, and said Yes.

Alot of things happened, and after countless days of planning and congratulations from friends and other people she hardly knew, the big day finally arrived. It was Matilda’s wedding day. She walked down the aisle in her white dress, a veil covering her face. Ryan was standing there on the aisle, just like when he was standing at that aisle of the bus when they first met. Matilda stood there in front of the altar, facing her groom. It was the best day of her life. Ryan opened his mouth to say his vows.

“Last stop. Kathmandu. Last stop.”

The conductor’s announcement woke Matilda up from her sleep. She had dozed off in the bus, holding her smartphone. The stranger that sat beside her had already gotten off the bus at one of the countless bus stops they had passed. He had probably forgotten about her by now, and Matilda had dreamt about an entire relationship with him, while still in the bus. A love story in the bus, a love story that never began.

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Life is not a Fairy tale

Once upon a time, in a land far far away, there was a young boy. One day, while travelling through the woods, he saw a beautiful girl. It was love at first sight….

“Yeah, right.”, the old man said, as he closed the book he was reading. It was a love story, a fairy tale, one that his mother probably read to him when he was a child. He could not remember. Afterall, he was sixty one years old. Those days were far gone, and so was his mother.

“Life is not a fairy tale. Love at first sight is a lie.”, he muttered, as he put the book back in the shelf, from where it had come.

He sat down in his chair, and sank into its comfort. Love at first sight. It was a romantic thought, he knew, but a lie non the less. He was no senile old man that argued with everything. He was just an old man who had experienced love and life.

“Maybe there is attraction at first sight.”, he said, looking at the bookshelf. No, he knew, there is attraction at first sight. That’s where everything starts. If there was no attraction, who would even bother to talk, let alone fall in love. This he knew, for he had experienced it himself, back in his youth, back when he still believed in love at first sight.

He remembered the first girl he was attracted to. It was back in middle school. He was just a goofy, unattractive fifteen year old then, and she was the most beautiful girl in class. He thought it was love at first sight, he had found his soulmate, but soon realised she hadn’t. He was sad, the girl he liked was perfect, and she didn’t even know he existed, nor could she be even bothered to find out. It was frustrating, but life went on. He started to notice the flawsin her, to which he had been blind so far. Soon he realised it was not love, just an attraction, and moved on.

When he was twenty-two, he was in a relationship. She was beautiful, and had long, beautiful hair, which he adored. They had met a year before, and slowly grown closer, and he liked everything about her. Sure there were flaws in her, but by now he had realised nobody was perfect, and learned to accept them the way they were. Life went on, and he even thought of marrying her. But after three years, it wasn’t the same. He loved her, she didn’t anymore. He had loved her, it was love no doubt, and for awhile she loved him too. He thought she was the one, but apparently she was not. They walked away, familiar strangers. He was heartbroken after that. Life wasn’t always filled with happiness but it moved on. He had learned his lesson, something he remembered to this day.

“Life is not a fairy tale. Love at first sight does not exist. You don’t find the one right off the bat either. There is no happily ever after.”, the old man yelled, as he woke up from his sleep. He had dozed off in his chair. He readjusted his posture, and noticed the blanket covering him.

“You might not find the one at once, but eventually you do. There might be no happily ever after, but there are always moments of joy.”, said a familiar voice.

The old man turned to face the voice, and saw a beautiful, old woman, who was his wife for the past thirty years. She was standing there pouring tea for the two of them. He remembered how they had met, it was unexpected. He liked her, and soon found out she liked him too. She was not perfect, neither was he. He found beauty in her flaws, which he had accepted. They fell in love soon after, and got married the following year. Life was not always wonderful with her, but they had never let each other go. They had managed to stick together and pull through the hard times, and now they were here. She had been the one for him, and he had been the one for her. He smiled.
“Life might not be a fairy tale,” the old man said, receiving the cup of tea from his wife, “But it sure is a beautiful story.”