There was a boy.
There was a girl.
And there was a promise.
They were best friends, but she could never through the daily lie he told.
He loved her, and she could never see.
He was every secret admirer she ever had, the author of every Valentine ever slipped into her locker.
He wanted to tell her every time he saw her, but he could never find the courage.
They had the same interests, took the same classes.
In those days, they were soulmates, it was a miracle time brought them together to be be with each other.
He was there through the first
heartbreak.
After that, boys steered clear of her. She was never asked to go anywhere, do anything, and she felt so alone.
In those days, the darkest days of her life, she turned to her friend and said,
"If neither of us are married by the day we turn thirty-five... We marry each other,"
So he waited. He watched and wished as she dated other guys, and as they came down in flames.
They went to the same college, they shared a home there.
She never knew.
In college she found a man, and they had a good relationship .
He was jealous.
He found a way to destroy it.
He was there to comfort her afterwards, and he felt no guilt. He never once tried to find another girl.
She never realized why he didn't have another girl on his arm.
It was a terrible life for him.
Until she realized.
Until they turned thirty-five.
It's a good thing they fell in love before their wedding day.
