All the characters and incidents mentioned are
imaginary, resemblance to any person dead or alive is purely coincidental.
They knew they'd come a long way when they first saw each other. Two
years down the line, they were best friends. And life was
changing. She stood before the mirror, looking at her
pale complexion, searching for an answer in those eyes that looked back at her.
She felt empty.
She had agreed to be the maid of honor. She would do it for
him. But something didn’t feel right. She didn’t agree with what was happening.
The whole marriage was a bad idea. She had tried talking him out of it. But he
was too love-drunk to notice. She hated that woman. Oh he could do so much
better! That woman had no class, no values... why would he want to be associated
with someone like that? Why was he being so pig-headed? Now she was starting to
get annoyed with him. He had stopped hanging out with her the way he used to, he had stopped sharing things with her, stopped calling her…being the possessive
thing that she was, she couldn’t come to terms with that change, even though
she knew it was not a bad thing. It was all that woman’s fault.
There was a knock on the door; she had been expecting that.
She opened the door, and seeing him standing there looking like a lost puppy made
her smile. “Hey, there you are! How’s it going? 40 hours to go eh?
Come on in..” “Do you really want to know? I don’t know. I am a mess. I am
nervous. I don’t think I should do this. I don’t know. But I love her. But what
if I can’t keep her happy forever? What if she can’t keep me happy forever? I don’t
want this to be the biggest mistake of my life”
“Firstly, calm down. Also, there is a 50% chance of things going wrong in
life. Doesn’t mean you stop living. You love her, now celebrate that love
instead of being such a paranoid douchebag! Yes it is a risk to love, what if
it doesn’t work out and all that. But when it does, it is the most beautiful
thing in the world. You need to take the risk to find out”
“I hate it when you start making sense. Ok then I have to
go, my suit’s here and I was too nervous to even try it on. I’ll meet you at
the rehearsal”
She loved these random conversations with him. For a few
minutes things would be dead serious, and then he would walk out like nothing
had ever happened. Typical. And just as he was about to walk out the door, she
did something she had never done in the last 2 years of knowing him- she reached up and hugged him. He was shocked for a second, but he got over
it and held her close. It felt comfortable, it felt right..more than anything
else, it felt complete. They must have stayed that way for 2 seconds, 2 min or
2 hours, they couldn’t tell. All that they knew was that the world would not be
the same once they broke apart, and that they didn’t want this moment to pass.
She let go of him first..there was an awkward pause. She
looked up at him, and he leant in for a kiss. It was short, sweet, and
passionate. This time she didn’t let go. She held him close and kissed him like
she had never kissed anyone before. This love was the only one that mattered at that moment. Love that had grown tired of waiting.
Gentle patient love.
When they parted, they knew things had changed. While he
walked back to his room, she looked at herself in the mirror- the color has
returned to her cheeks, her eyes seemed lively. She stared back into those
eyes, this time finding an answer to all the questions that she had.
Love was indeed friendship set on fire.