Will I get a girlfriend?

Ah, I thought I’ll get over this stabbing question once I become a teenager. But not too surprisingly here I’m asking myself the same question over and over again which was usually followed by a long uninterrupted silence wrapped in disappointment.

Seven years ago, I remember spending a lot of sleepless hours scribbling down all the pros and cons of asking the girl next-door out, she was the perfect angel. I had this overwhelmed affection towards her ever since the day she moved into town, but it seemed like every other boy had the same and a week or two later her house was the ultimate destination for every little demon out there.

I remember a friend of mine, who used to cycle all the way from his hometown (some 12 miles away) so that he could jog along with her.

But that infatuation died as I moved town and pursued my career in music. Two years ago, I met her in a restaurant along with my old-arch rival, but now a popular DJ playing across the country and she, the most glamorous model the splendor magazine are fighting to own. He never shared that old grudge with me anymore; we talked about our careers, music and much more, but all that while I struggled hard to mask my disappointment and heartache on not having the courage to ask her out first.

After that long meeting, I took the long road home asking myself “Do I really need her?” “Do I deserve it?” “Won’t I ever get a girlfriend?”

I drove my car into the lot, climbed the stairs, and rushed to my room to calm myself. The door creaked open and I found the answer, so conflicting to the silence, maybe its MUSIC!