Who is Gaby

please tell me more about Gaby.

So, I made a new friend weeks ago, he is an amazing person with this cute smiles and innocent young man look. He believes in Temperaments, that was one of the questions he asked me when we met for the very first time, he asked me what I think my temperament is.
I am not sure I am a person that believes much in things that that, I mean temperaments, zodiac signs etc., I don’t think we should define ourselves with those, I mean why should there be something that defines who we are? Why most there be names and meanings to almost everything in life? I prefer to be different from everyone around, I prefer to be unique and not be read and defined by anyone.
So, my response to that question went like this, ‘uhhhmmm, I think I am a melancholy’, keep in mind, the only reason why I even know a thing about temperaments is because two of my close friends believes in it and never forget to sing it in my ears every time.
But why exactly do I think I am a melancholy; I mean why didn’t I simply tell him that I do not believe that defines anyone. I simply didn’t tell him that, because I didn’t want him to be disappointed, he obviously believed a lot in that and from what I understand, this might be the kind of things he and his friends spoke about or simply his way of trying to understand someone, so I played along.
The traits I possess is that of a melancholy, almost everything a person who is melancholy possess, I too possess, I might be a Melancholy and a sanguine or a melancholy and a choleric, I do not really know because I have never sat down to study these, how I know I might be a melancholy was because my friends told me.
That day was amazing, we talked about other really nice things, got to know ourselves better, I watched a new movie and after that we parted.
I came home sad that day, I don’t really know why I became sad, but I was. I began to think, about him and about a lot of things and I concluded that he was ok, he was a bit funny and he seemed like one that will make his lady really happy and tend to most of her needs, he was ‘A GOOD GUY’.
That day passed and we continued to talk on WhatsApp but didn’t get to meet ourselves again. One of these days when we were having a WhatsApp conversation, I decided to tell him that I write, and then I showed him my blog which he read, and these were his response;
“OMG You wrote that?
I just checked out your blog and I am so wowed
I am so much enjoying this
Please tell me more about ‘GABY’”.

I was watching a movie when his messages came into my phone, immediately I read his messages, I paused my movie, picked up my laptop and began to write. This is the outcome.
 I had no idea what I was going to write until I began to write and just couldn’t stop, but the sole purpose of this write up should be, ‘WHO IS GABY’.
I have never told my Gaby story before, there is an interesting story behind that name.
The name that was once a fantasy became my reality, the name was once a dream, but it came alive.
Gaby has its own behavioral traits, its own attitude, its own believes and understanding of the world, its own life experiences. It has its own beauty and accomplishments.
                                                                 Gaby is ME and I am Gaby.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        GABS