One fine day exactly five years ago, as we walked down the boardwalk holding hands, I asked you that question.
“Why do you love me?”
“Because I see the goodness in you. But more importantly because you are my best friend and I want to make sure you get all the happiness in the world..” you said.
For twenty odd years, I was happy in my own little world. Then you came along, tore down my walls, breached my defenses and barged in. Even more so, you conquered spaces I didn’t know I had within me.
You altered my habits and beliefs. You changed my routine, my prayers, my hopes and my dreams. You imprinted upon every thought and action of mine. You transformed me in ways I hadn’t imagined possible.
Six months ago, we went to the wedding planner you thought best. We picked out your wedding suit, my pretty white gown and our wedding bands in gold. We got the best chef, stylist and photographers in town. The invitations printed and addressed to guests in silver and white because you thought it elegant.
I believed I had the fairy tale come true. I had never dreamt of a great future before you. But now I was letting myself dream, fantasizing a happily ever after.
All it took was a single moment of weakness on your part to wreck it. You were drunk. But not drunk enough when you slept with someone else. She is two months pregnant now.
The hotel manager, the caterer and the florist keep calling me asking why we cancelled our reservation. I cannot bring myself to tell them. You called the marriage off.
Today, as you stand before me with your head hanging low, your lips stretch to reveal a sad smile.
“How could you do this to me?” I rage.
“Because I see the goodness in you. But more importantly because you are my best friend and I want to make sure you get all the happiness in the world..” you say.