Three years ago, it was the day before her wedding
My best friend was about to get married to a man who made her feel "okay"
When I was sure I could make her feel love that she'd never felt before
I almost didn't say anything
I almost let her marry him
But instead, I told her
Told her how I'd been in love with her for the past five years, and hadn't said anything
I told her how when I looked into her eyes I saw nothing but her, her, her for the next thousand years
Told her that I know your maid of honor isn't supposed to tell you she loves you on the day before your wedding
But that I figured honesty was the best policy
"Speak now, or forever hold your peace, right?" She asked me
I just nodded
I figured she would ask me not to be in the wedding, that we'd have to talk later
But she did something else instead
She kissed me
It wasn't a "sweet" kiss
It was a "passionate, my world is ending and yours is too, but I think I love you so I'm not letting go" kiss
It was one of those kisses where you pull away, breathless, but hardly take a breath because you don't want to stop, so you kiss again
When we finally stopped kissing, she looked at me with tears in her eyes
"Ashley." She whispered, voice cracking on my name
I opened my arms to her and she fell into them
She sobbed against my chest for a long time
I just held her, not quite knowing what to do
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I asked
"Please just be honest. Do you feel the same way I do?"
She hesitated a moment, her sniffling stopped
She looked up into my eyes with those gorgeous blue eyes still wet with tears
"Yes." she whispered
I kissed her then, all over her face
She closed her eyes and let me soothe her, leaning all her weight against me
I was more than happy to hold her up
She opened her eyes at long last, and asked
"So what do we do?"
I thought a moment
"Well, what do you want to do?" I asked
She looked down at her left hand
An engagement ring sparkled there
It was beautiful, in a cookie-cutter way
But it so wasn't her style
I'd always pictured her in a beautiful, delicate, vintage ring
Not this giant, shiny, expensive piece of metal
Ever so slowly, she lifted her hand
She grasped the ring, and pulled it off her finger
Then, she set it on the bedside table.
I was astonished
Was she really going to leave him, just like that?
All I had to do was ask?
Why the hell hadn't I done that years ago?
I wanted to kick myself.
"I need to tell Ben." She said, flatly
I could see that she was really just trying not to cry.
"I know." I whispered, pressing my lips to her bare shoulder as a tear traced down her cheek
Then she put on her robe, and left the hotel room
Ben was staying across the hall.
I don't know what she said to him, but she was gone for a couple hours.
While I waited, I packed up our bags, then unpacked hers, then packed it again
I wasn't sure what the right thing to do was
Finally, she came back, eyes swollen from crying
"I told him" she whispered,
I opened my arms for her, and she fell into them again.
"What do you want to do?" I asked, once more
She had finally stopped crying
A smile appeared on her face, and I could've burst just looking at her
"I'm not getting married tomorrow." She said
"I want to do what I always wanted to do with you. Travel the world." She told me
I beamed at her
"There's nothing I'd love more" I answered, interlocking my fingers with hers
She pulled me closer and kissed me again
And then we booked our tickets to Italy
We were fresh out of college then, no ties anywhere
And we've spent the last three years living in various countries, working various jobs, and falling deeper and deeper in love
Every morning that I wake up next to her I feel like it's a dream
And every night when I curl up beside her I feel like I'm in heaven
And we're so passionately in love
I never get bored of being with her
Every moment is an adventure when I'm with my best friend
Even though we've been together for three years, we are still deeply and passionately in love
And I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with her
We're getting married tomorrow