If we were in How I Met Your Mother, I’d probably be Robin, seemingly detached but feels things too deeply, and you’d probably be Ted, always wearing your heart on your sleeve-
Only we did not start the story with a too early. I love you or a good night’s kiss. We started it off as great friends with quirks only the two of us understood, a connection that just grew into our lives, into our hearts. Always having each other’s backs like that one episode, they dug up holes in a park or that one where she learned she won’t ever have kids, and Ted put up a Christmas light display to cheer her up.
I’ve always known you’d be that person to me, and despite feeling undeserving, I know you’ll still wish me well. I’ve ever thought our story will be one of my greatest what-ifs, and I’m glad it isn’t anymore. After our life misadventures in between, we eventually got together in our own perfect time, when the time is right.
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