My Best Friend

It was now more than two years that I have known him. I can still vividly remember the day I met him...bright it was and yet there was kind of a mysterious romance in the air.

It didn't start the day I met him...it took almost a year before we got into touch and became real close. Once we started corresponding, it wasn't just letters, phone calls, messages and emails...it was love, it was kisses...it was so much more of love. I was in a university and so was he. We would look forward for a holiday...unlucky it was for us to be in different universities. It was six hours journey. Even if we finally got a holiday and set out to meet each other, we would have to hang in between, waiting for hours, counting the hour hand to move fast. We would even wish for a wing. If only I had wings, I would go there right now...I often wished it. But our love lasted, and our patience rewarded us. We finally saw the day we were to get back home together and settle the suspense of what could hang us in the hands of our parents. We didn't fear that they would object; but we knew we would have to inform them. Everything got done faster than we imagined. Things worked better...Might be it was love that drove our speed; Might be it was love's patience that made us bear the time.

But together we were, and together we are now. He is not just the man I love; not just the man who loves me. He is my best friend. He is there with me through thick and thin. He is there to give me a pat of encouragement when I think I cannot do something; he is there to kiss my pain away. I cannot think of a life without him...how can I sleep without having his chest to rest on? He is the person I cannot live without. He means the world to me not just because he loves me, but because he means so much more...