Best Friends.

There’s a small part of her that has been deteriorating lately; she's not sure why but it's something she’s quick to hide. It’s easier to defend and pretend that this isn't happening; at least that's how he sees it. But can you blame the guy?

It was a soft summer morning when he met her, all it took was a simple glance of her ocean blue eyes to make his heart surrender to the subtle temptation in her stare. To hold her hand would be stupid - but not behind the eyes of the drama production.

He was Romeo, she was Juliet. Everything was perfectly aligned and mercifully hidden between the ballad of Sir Williams tender words of a play. It was easy, too easy to let the guard down. The emotion in the intricacy was left for the final night where the tears were real - real to the fact that it would be impossible for them to be together.

He was sixteen, she was fourteen. He was wise, she was indecisive.

The play ended and thus did the subconscious romance - the subtle brushes of hips, tasteful twining of hands and the heart wrenching glances ended. They had to. At least would it be love without one last good bye? The honey glazed walls could have caved when the amateur theatre emptied out leaving just the two to frolic jokily on the stage. He took her hand - she took his heart and there the world ended. His lips met hers, time stopped - as did all hope for him.

He was in love, she was blind.

How cruel, oh one would say as she got ill and slipped away that little bit each day. "Best friend means he'll pull the trigger, best friend means he'll hold her hand on through the dark." Doctors in white dresses and angels in comatose halos that was all the next two years gave. And it gave grace.

Romance was lost to pills - any chance sold away at the fight for survival. He was eighteen, and she was sixteen. Sweet kiss of life conversed her lips as the presence of fame contorted his hips. He found 'love' and she found 'purpose' and I found sarcasm.

Half way through the line that we speak from now is when they met again: He a man and she a woman. The innocence was lost; it was played to the shadows of night that toyed with the fate of the love these two shared. He found solace in needless women, and she found peace in pretending to love.

Lately a small part of her denial has been dying, and a small part of his patience has been wearing thin. "Best friend means pull the trigger, best friend means I'll trust you with my heart." It was a cold night when it happened, the rain poured hard from the heavens and finally the twig snapped. Grace called upon fate and called upon his fist howling on her door at 2am. Words couldn't describe any of the events, to you and I they would just be words. But to the time and patience of the two it was a bitter sweet kiss from truths lost lips. "Best friend means I'll pull the trigger, best friend died a long time ago darlin'."

A crush of the lips was all it took to seal the deal but it was true:
He loved her and she loved him and that was that.