You came to mend my broken heart?

This post is about love.

Like everyday I slept with her thoughts over-riding every other thought in my mind. People called me 'absent minded' after she came (into my life). Those beautiful emotions were growing stronger every day, every moment of talking to her. I was slowly going to retire. I knew, the very next morning I wake up, I would start with her. The very same night it will end with her. And all through the day.... of course it will be her..
My mind passes to delta (which means, I fall asleep). I don't remember my last thought very well. She was with me the whole day (in my mind), she was making me lose myself. And now she again comes in delta, in a dream. I find myself in a new place, a really crowded place.
I walk into a hall, with three of my great friends. She was there on the dais, with beautiful attire. Yes, it was a big day, her wedding day. I keep looking at her for a few minutes, thinking about all my past interactions with her, and how insanely great she was looking. And by then, I'd definitely figured out, that I wasn't the groom. I was a guest. The other guys was checking out hot females and the food. She saw me and waved at me. I didn't go nearer, rather came back. The next moment I was outside, with my cell phone, and called her. I had also figured out by now, that I was meeting her after quite a long time.
I have a bad habit, of often not saying 'Hello' and using synonyms for greetings, on phone. She never forgets it and says 'Hello' first, in every situation. That day too, she started with 'Hello'. "Kahan chale gaye?", she started. She was as normal as the first day she talked to me. I wasn't normal, because I was the one who was going to lose her.
"Dear, its hurting a lot. I don't know why." I said. She stayed silent for atleast a few seconds, as she used to, in gtalk. When I would say "r u there?", she would wake up. "I am really in pain. Its hurting like hell." The happiness in her voice had faded, and she said "I told you, it will hurt. But you were the one happily playing with danger." She was getting close to crying. Of course it was a big deal called "love". Like always I made myself strong again, and said "Ok. Ok. Don't get sad. Its your wedding day. Don't spoil the best day of your life. I will manage my stuff. Congrats." And hung up.
Manage? What the hell? I was talking as if I would go and speak to Cupid about it, yelling "Fix it!!". Then comes the toughest part. Guys reading this post would start laughing at me now. But its true, all stories don't end well. I burst out crying right there forgetting where I was. I had lost my life. A new life would start from now, without her. The next moment I found hands of consolation patting my shoulder. The don't-worry-Everything-will-get-fine stuff went on for few minutes. The three guys with me Ashu, Inkit and Avinash were looking the same that very instant. All had the same dull faces. They were at their best, in consoling. I said, I had lost my life. Then how the hell was I still alive?
And if you laughed at me, you need to think, wont it hurt if you lose your life? Don't you cry when you're about to die? Don't you wish to go back into the past, and fix things up? I wasn't searching the streets for love. I found it on the way. In the end, I lost something which was never mine. I lost a beautiful thing. Its a different story, that I don't deserve her. There always are better people, but does that ever have to say, I can't fall in love?
Now don't expect it to be a Bollywood movie, that I'll say "End main sab kuchh thik ho jata hai." Some stories have dead ends...
And after all, it was just a f***ing dream! :)