Gold Digger

I saw her taking selfie with a female friend of her beside my car, while coming out of cafe. With a glimpse of hers, a thousands memories sprang up in my mind. 

I saw her during a session and she was the one out of hundreds of ladies who drew my attention. Two big, deep, dark, talking eyes half sunk into the ocean of curly black hair hanging both sides that she would jerk now and then, an unsuccessful effort to make them go away, but they would keep kissing her cheecks, neck and shoulders. A little tilted nose that adds uniqueness to her beauty. I asked her name after the session and sent her friend request next week surrendering to my thoughts and hopes. We talked a bit about a book she was currently reading and with it, a river of conversations flew uncontrollably between us. It went uninterrupted untill, one day, she found a guy with enough money to buy her. One, who would take her to cafes, coffee shops, buy her favorite shoes and pair of jeans. There came a day, while she turned my offer down to drop her as the other guy was gonna buy her Subway, in addition to dropping her home. 

"Hi, how are you? Haven't seen you for long, have you been out of town", she asked hiding her phone. 

May be I was, but have been using the same number that's saved in your cell. 

"Yes".

"How's everything going", she asked in somewhat concerned tone.

It's been real difficult, coming over your memories. The evening you left felt like, I'm not gonna make it to the morning. Somehow, I survived. Then you've been ruling my mind for months, haunting my lonely nights, chasing me in markets and making me sad even in the company of some good old friends. People started feeling irritated with my careless behaviour, I began to dislike myself, There was nothing left of my interest.

"It's been GREAT!".

"Can you drop us home, please", she asked hopefully.

Now that, I have survived the first night, started liking myself allover again, enjoying the company of friends and almost got rid of your memories, I'll not make that mistake again. It's over, like it never happened, like we never met, like we don't know each other. Now that your hangover is over, I'll not take a sip again as you're meant to cause hangover, cause pain, cause upset.

"NO", I said coldly, unlocking my car.