What If?

He sat there. ON the seat that they once shared. Watching the world open itself for him. This was one of his favourite spots. Not just because of the moments he shared with her but because the world looked so beautiful here. The greenery rolling out in front of him in a soft hill, the sky bluer than anywhere else, each building intricately designed, showing off the work of the architect. He took it all in. It was so wonderfully familiar. Steady and unchanged. He liked stability. Something she could never grasp. He spent a few moments contemplating the time he spent with her. Did it mean anything to her? She said she didn't believe in love but what did all those nights together mean? All the hugs, kisses, words ? The words she spoke echoed in his mind "I've never told anyone that before" He was elated by this. He thought that he was finally breaking down the barrier that stopped her from crossing the line into love. That it would be he who would eventually crack her. But no. More words. One meaning. Nothing left.

I think we should stop seeing each other.

And that was it. He hadn't seen her for a while now. She could be doing anything. Living anywhere. One comforting thought was that she couldn't possibly have married anyone. She didn't believe in love. He smiled at this though and was just about to leave when he heard a voice that had been drummed into his head.
"Tom?" He knew that voice too well. He was just thinking about it. It was hers.
"It's been so long. How have you been?" She looked beautiful. As always. Her hair swept back in an elegant yet casual way. Her red curls brushing against her shoulder. Dressed in white, she looked simply angelic.
"I've been...good" A moment's hesitation because he didn't really know how he felt. It's been months since they....and yet her sudden reappearance rekindled a love that he didn't know still existed.
"What's been going on in your life?" He was afraid of the answer but he HAD to know. She lifted up her left hand to reveal a thin, gold band running around her finger. He was speechless. After all she said about love being a myth and never finding it, she was married?
"It's funny huh? But you know, the whole time, I thought, Tom was right. There is such thing as love"
"No there isn't. You were right. about all of it. Fate. Destiny. Meant to be's. I mean, what does that even mean?" She looked at him and tilted her head to the right slightly. With that one look, it all came rushing back. He loved her hair, her eyes, her knees, the way she sometimes licked her lips before she spoke, the little heart shaped birthmark on her neck.

"A lot. It is destiny. It is meant to be. I mean, one day I was sitting in a cafe and a random stranger asked me about the book I was reading. And now he's my husband. What if I'd gone to a different cafe? What if I didnt eat lunch at all? what if I did ANYTHING differently?" He didn't answer. He COULDN'T answer. All that was running through his mind was "And what if we had stayed together?" but everything she said was true. Every moment they spent together was being played in his mind like a film that had been waiting to be shown for quite some time. He couldn't stop it. Only her voice broke his reverie.

"Tom, you were right. You just weren't right about me."