Cos love is friendship.

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.