One day I liked a person and fell in love and eventually married him. The quest of having a best friend still in my heart. I had the thought always that you can never marry your best friend. Life became busier then ever.
All this time I had this man next to me, who understood me. I would often argue with him but he cared for me. He read me books. We sat and talked for hours. We walked the moon lights and ran the rain. He surprised me by cooking delicacies. We watched movies together. I often gossiped with him and shared my views and opinions and he actively listened. We didnot have the chance to be together always.