They were friends, no, best friends, since class eight. He was the first person she met when she joined the new school. He too had joined the same day, and so, the two lonely people bonded well the first day of the school. The new found friendship soon became the topic of discussion among the gossip mongers of the class.
Classes Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, and Twelve- they grew up, and so did their friendship. They never actually made friends in the school, except each other. For each of the two, the other one was enough for all problems, fun, suggestions, and everything else. Even the term ‘group study’ meant studying with each other for them.
They were in a nameless relationship- something more than friendship. Every day, they talked for hours on the phone- sometimes daily happenings, sometimes family troubles, sometimes memories from their respective childhood, sometimes just something. Their conversations were never in need of topics.
She always brought two water bottles to school, because, he never remembered to bring his own. He always did the mathematics homework twice, because, her hatred for mathematics was more than Harry’s hatred for Voldemort. His bag always had at least one chocolate, because, that was the only solution to cheer her up. She smuggled out mango pickle from her home, for his love of mango pickle made by her mom.
Those three magical words were never said. But, somewhere, deep in their hearts, they both knew that they would always be there for each other. No matter what the circumstances are, they will not let go of each other. These promises were never made verbally.
Realization dawned upon her first. She had found a name for what she felt for him- love. She wanted to reveal it to him the day she realized, but, the fear of losing him stopped her from proceeding. But, the feelings didn’t subside. She didn’t know what to do. Her mind was now a conglomerate of questions. Should I tell him, or shouldn’t I? What if he doesn’t feel the same, or, does he too? These questions had made her confused, nervous, and sad- a mixed bag of emotions, and naturally, this was reflected in her talks. He asked her many times if everything was fine. But, she was afraid to tell him what she was hiding.
“Aren’t we the best friends who never hesitated to share everything with each other?”
“Yes, we are.”
“Then what’s stopping you? Go ahead. Tell me what the problem is.”
“Actually, there isn’t a problem.”
She couldn’t hold back her feelings anymore. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath.
“I love you.”
“What’s new in that? I already know that.”
“I am not kidding.”
“Even I’m not.”
“But, you never said so.”
“I never felt the need to do so. We know each other more than we know ourselves. We care for each other. We are together. And, we always will. I knew from long that I want to spend my life with you. I never asked, because, I knew the answer. But, as you have actually said that today, I will also say. I love you too.”
Nothing changed after that, because, knowingly or unknowingly, they were already in love with each other from long. The care and feelings were always there. They were just given a new name today. Love.