I took the bridge home

‌It was 5:00 pm and Friday. College just got over and finally the weekend was here, my beloved weekend. I was excited today; not because of the weekend but the fact that I was going to surprise you by coming to your place. Your place, the one that was on my way home. Your place, the house with a beautiful garden. Your place, the one where we met quite a few times in the past. Now that I thought about it, I got nervous. I bid my watchmam, an old man who never let us use the lift, goodbye as I started the vehicle and left the college. I was nervous about this step. Heck, it could go completely right or totally haywire. And based on my previous experiences with you, I was rooting for the haywire. For a moment, I almost cancelled because of my jitters but I had to take a chance to mend things that were horribly wrong. I had to give it a try. Heck, not had to, I needed to. I needed to sort things out before I totally lost you. I was going at 60km/hr since Dumas road was a little empty unlike everyday. I love driving. Especially, when there's no one sitting on the backseat. So I let myself enjoy the ride before I faced you and the 'things' we needed to talk about. You home was coming nearer and my heart rate started accelerating. Was this even real if I was this doubtful and scared about it? I asked myself. I was getting second thoughts. Sometimes I put myself out a little too much and that's what I was going to do once I reached your place and see you. Should I overstay my welcome? My mind was more chaotic than Dumas on Sundays. Now, I was genuinely scared and anxious. I reduced the speed and kept driving. I finally reached the stage where I had to decide whether to take the bridge or the road below that took me to you. The road below took me to you place, the one next to the little cafe we loved. I remember this line from one of Chetan Bhagat's book, it was something like this, "They let me stay but, I couldn't overstay." I had less than a 100 meters to make a decision and as always I let the past and one damn line get the better of me. So, I ended up taking the god damn bridge home.