So once upon a time there was a girl and there was a boy.
And they were friends. Not just friends, best friends! The best of friends!
They were always together and would always have fun together!
It could be sunny, rainy, snowy or windy, they would always find something fun to do!
And it felt like they never had enough time together, because they never wanted to say goodbye when they had to go home.
They were very fond of each other and their friendship meant the world to the both of them. There was nothing that could break that perfect friendship. There was complicity in every move. One look and there was an entire conversation.
Of course, as time went by, the more they knew each other, the more she showed him her universe, the more he invited her into his life, the more they cared about each other.
Finally, one night, sitting in his car and talking about life, he told her he had fallen for her. She felt the same way but she had no time to tell him that then, neither was she so brave. Soon she put herself together and told him her heart was his, but time had come and she had to leave, with the uncertainty of when they'd meet again.
And as fast as she made nest in his heart, she flew away. Four years would pass before they could set eyes on each other again. But they waited. Their friendship endured the years apart and they made it through as if no geographic distance was imposed to them. They would write and call each other and talk about facts of their daily lives, share secrets and dreams, tie their lives together even though they were worlds apart.
But the beauty of young hearts is how much they can endure. Years of longing for one another's company, the wish to hear that laughter one more time, to feel that embrace of each other's arms, to smell that familiar perfume...
There's a magic about being in love at seventeen. Every memory of those years can fill a heart with joy and nostalgia... And the air smells different and a deep breath takes you in a time travel...
On the celebration of the birth of Christ, they finally met again. As his voice echoed on the street, she opened the door of her house, and ran into his arms, with which she was again held and carried. If time could stop, that would be the moment. It was perfect, a perfect encounter. She was back.
But in a mortal life, you can't have it all. He moved. And as fast as he came to see her, he had to leave. But soon, on New Year's Eve they would meet again.
It was a lovely winter night. And as he walked her to the door, he felt that was his chance. She held her keys to open the door, looked back at him to hug him befoe going inside, and as he embraced her, a silent wishful kiss happened. Butterflies flew in her stomach, he felt any brokeness inside of him mend, she felt her knees weaken, he felt like he'd just taken his first breath. It was definitely magic.
But for some reason, she didn't feel her heart to be ready for all that and she hurt him even though she didn't want to.
Months went by without they crossing sight. Finally, on the wedding of their friend, their hearts reunited and a kiss was again shared. She felt a garden begin to grow on her inside. He felt warmth and joy, as he hadn't felt in a while.
Again he left, Again they got together on another wedding cerimony.
Her heart began to fall for his and leaving him was harder this time. But not too long after, they met again. It was fun and they were themselves with each other all the time. Time together was all they wanted. Sleeping on his sholder she felt her heart beat happier. Kissing her, he lost track of his thoughts.
But neither the girl or the boy have steadiness to carry themselves together.
Their friendship is forever and their love is yet to be discovered, freed and lived with no reservations...
One day, my dear... Some day.
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