I am very happy today. After pleading with her for so long, she finally agreed to go on a date with me so that I might make my stand clear. We ended up in my apartment – our apartment as we had used to call it earlier, that is, before she moved out. She agrees now that it was foolish and paranoid of her to leave me. I had been crushed by her leaving me - after all I had done for her, after the days I had spent beside her hospital bed waiting for her to regain consciousness so that I might know exactly what had happened on that fateful day.
I never came to know exactly what had happened that day. We were supposed to be going out for a spin on the freeway but I had to suddenly go to an unscheduled meeting with an important client and I didn’t even get the time to call her up. Angry at this, she took off alone. I got a call a few hours later that her car had been found at the bottom of a ditch near the freeway and that she was severely injured – barely alive. I, as expected, was too shocked on hearing this to react.
It was two whole weeks before she regained consciousness for a long enough time to tell everyone what had happened. Apparently someone had tampered heavily with her car and that caused the accident.
It must have been during her stay in the hospital that she started suspecting me - probably because I was the only guy who knew of our plans. She never asked me anything outright but she started trying to avoid me when I went to the hospital to meet her. She didn’t answer any of my questions directly. I was alarmed at this but I thought that I could handle it.
I was shocked when, on the day of her return from the hospital – something I had been looking forward to eagerly – she told me that she planned on moving out of our apartment the same day. I tried my best to convince her not to do so but she didn’t pay heed to anything. She didn’t even give a reason for leaving. I learned it much later from her so-called friends with whom she had talked about this. So, she moved out and I was left wondering where I had gone wrong.
I tried contacting her a lot of times to prove my innocence and now, 6 months after she left me, she is back with me. Last night, I managed to convince her that I was not involved with the accident in any way and that the reason I was not with her that day was not some cooked-up excuse but a genuine reason.
Now, everything is fine. She’ll be moving in back with me in our apartment in a few days’ time and everything will be just as it was earlier.
There will be just one difference:
I’ll have to devise a more fool-proof plan next time.
