Hello old friend.
We sit down together planning our weddings.
Our weddings. That is a huge prospect.
I am touched at the prospect, that despite the long years passing, despite the distances we faced at times, we still managed to keep in touch. A bond as strong as it was yesterday, and perhaps even stronger, despite different friendship groups and different loves, different passions and different paths, we persevered through it all.
We talk about us, the children playing under the tables in our imaginary world of castles and monsters and now look at the adults we are, ready to take the plunge of married life. Who would’ve thought? Who indeed?
We giggle like insane little kids, chatter absolute nonsense and make strange sounds liable to trigger a laughing fit or two. Put us near each other and our facades of maturity fade into that easy camaraderie of two individuals who have known each other forever and can be absolutely silly about it. We ignore the glances and affectionate comments of our fiancés, but hey, we were together before they came into the picture. Before love came into the picture.
We’ve come a long way, old friend.
Who would’ve thought? The kid with the oversized pink plastic glasses and a constant runny nose and the mouthy kid with the stick straight hair and the “I never want to get married and have children” mindset made it through.
Right to this moment.
And I’m glad we did.
