They were hanging out at her home. They were best friends ever since they were five, the best for each other. Everyone knew that they were made for each other.
They were celebrating their 19 year friendversery. He is cooking something for her. She sat on the kitchen counter and was singing a song to him. She is a bad singer, yet he loved to listen to her singing, hence he never tries to stop her. He opens the oven and a burnt smell spreads through the entire kitchen. A smile creeps onto her face. But however, she doesn't laugh as he would get upset and become a baby about it.
He says," Here comes the apple pie! Ta-da!!". Seeing the excitement in his eyes, she doesn't say no to him.
She eats it and says, "It's good."
His face lights up with a million dollar smile and his dimples digging deeper into his cheeks.
After sometime, He takes a bit of it and spits it out immediately and says," How could you eat it? It's burnt!". She thinks of saying- I could do anything to see you happy but she says," I didn't want to make a fuss about it."
She looks at him and he looks at her. Staring into each other eyes, they get lost in their own world of thoughts.
His version of the story:
She is my best friend with whom I share my everything, but I can't tell her how much I love her,
She is my first love but I can't tell her that, she will be my last too,
She is always there for me but I can never ask her to be "with me,"
She is the most beautiful human being I've ever seen, with the most beautiful heart and so...damn blind that she's oblivious to the most obvious feeling I've ever felt.
She runs free holding my sphere of happiness and here I am, stuck, with my both hands cuffed to her so called "friend zone."
We share a bond that's deeper than the sea, enough for tying 'The three knots' ,but to ask her consent needs Valor, courage, intrepidity.
My heart beats for her while the whole time my brain says, "It's better to be rejected than to be friend zoned."
Her version of the story:
He is the bestest friend I've ever had and I can't tell him how much I love him.
He may not be my first love,but he'll be my only love for the rest my life.
He feels I'm his responsibility and I can't let him down by telling him that I love him.
He has a warm heart and the awesomest hands which make me feel safer than safest at all times.
With him by my side everything is possible, Everything! Oops! Except for that one thing, 'Us being together'.
He is my sun, moon, my solar system, the center of my universe and without him there's nothing but dust and dirt.
Her: What if he judges me because of my previous relationship?
Him: But what if she doesn't want this?
Her: How can I tell him that I love him?
Him: What if we lose everything we had until now?
Her: What if we lose everything we have now?
Him: What if she hates me?
With all these doubts running in their little, brittle, annoying, "The most evolved " brains, they gave up the thoughts of confessing their love they had for each other and and the thought of spending a lifetime together.
Him: Well, all I want is her to be happy.
Her: I want the best for him, whether I am there in his life or not is not much of an issue.
At the end, they calmed their writhing hearts and the teary eyes with some soothing words and a tub of ice cream.
They rest the thought of being together, giving up the hope. But, but, the destiny had something else in store for them.
And, Finally the day came when their fates would be sealed together.
Her sister's marriage,
Their both families met.
They could sense the pain they were putting themselves in and they love they had for each other.
They were asked to get married.
They stood stunned with an unexplainable expression on their face, facing each other.
Their parents understood.
Fate smiled.
Rings were exchanged.
They got hitched for life.
Now, 70 years later...!
She's on a hospital bed recovering from a 19-month-coma she has been in.
She opens her eyes to see him by the side of the bed, holding her hand, tears dwelling in his eyes, with a million dollar smile on his face, his dimples making their way to the deepest.
Giving out a sign of relief, she smiles.
Him: Don't you dare do this to me again. I was afraid that no one would ever eat
'My apple pie' again.
She chuckled. She hugs him tightly whispering in his ears- " I'll never do that again. I missed you."
That,my friend, is love.
