I'd been through a lot of shit in the past. In return, god has given me the most prized possession. My better half, Ragu. I'm not here to boast about how much he has spent on me materialistically, but he has done so many things which are simply priceless and can never be compared with money.

He sms-ed me today complaining to me about a small fracture in his left wrist and said that he will be going to the hospital regarding this after work. I replied saying I would follow him if he's going there in the evening after work. He replied saying I should rest at home instead, since I have not been sleeping well this whole week.

He got to go back home earlier in the afternoon, so he told me that he will be going to the hospital first, cos if he was to wait for me, the hospital will get more crowded at the waiting time will be longer. I was a little bit upset, cos I thought by following him to the hospital, I would atleast get to spend some time with him, since I only get to see him like once or twice a week.

I tried persuading him by telling I will follow him but time again he gave like 19,634 reasons on why I should stay at home. But being the stubborn ass I usually am, I told him to call me when he's leaving his home, just in case that I could meet him after work at the hospital or something if I could make it on time. With that msg, I left the office in a rush.

1 hour passed and he didn't call. I tried many times but he didn't answer the call. I was getting very pissed. At this moment, two asswipes had to call and irritate the shit outta me. I was in a very nasty mood. Finally when Ragu returned my call, I vented my anger on him on asking why he didn't bother returning my call. Then he said he was on the line with someone else and that he just saw my missed call. I was so mad at him, I decided not to follow him to the hospital anymore.

I felt that my thoughts and actions to accompany him were not being the least appreciated. So, I decided to carry on with my sis and Prita for a movie instead. He called again, and this time, he asked me if I was following him, so that he could leave his house a little later to meet up with me on the way. I told him a straight 'NO'.

Later on, he called me to tell me that he'd been waiting for his turn for so long. It was almost 3 hours. Then I snapped at him saying, "This was why I wanted to accompany you in the first place. You were the one who kept shoo-ing me away."

For that he replied, "It's not that.. I know this place brings you alot of bad memories of your dad. That's why I was against you following me from the beginning.."

I literally felt a sharp pain in my heart. How could I have misunderstood the intention of this thoughtful angel I found?