“I dig you damn it!”, I remember you had grabbed my upper arm, and had yelled at me exasperated.
“I like you too “, I had blurted out.
Then after few years, when you had popped the question, I remember our battle.
“Do you really want to marry me? I am warning you. I am a mess and loving me won’t be easy.”, I had whispered, though deep down I knew I would do anything to make us work.
“It is too late. I am irrevocably in love with you.Marry me.”, you had said with so much intensity, that it was easy for me to lock my doubts in a box and throw the key away.
Then came the worst.Or that is what I thought.
“Shit! We are too young.How could we be so careless?!” I had pounded your chest and pushed you across the room.
“We are in this together, doll.We will get through this” You had tried pacifying me by putting on a brave face , when you were seconds away from cacking your pants.
And from there on, I realised that we were always in it together. We shared our roses and thorns.
So, today, after growing old together, as I lay my head on your chest and listen to your heart beat, I realise that it resembles a symphony. A symphony which is slowly fading , just like the white lilies on our kitchen table.And at this moment, I wish nothing but to be a part of your symphony.