He took my hand and said, “What’s more beautiful than marrying your best friend”.
It’s still a fresh memory of when we first saw each other in high school and every time I visit that memory lane I realize how nervous I was when I entered the class, he was the first boy i saw, and immediately thought to myself 'oh! He is cute'. Also, the first boy ever who proposed to me that too within a few days… haha and I could hear my mind go ‘boy! This is gonna be fun as I giggled and said NO!
And now here we are, cherishing those whimsical moments and laughing till our stomachs hurt. It’s been beautiful 12 years of knowing each other and 2 years of being married and I promise you that it's one of the most wonderful feelings that I have learned in all these years.
From being rivals, friends, go-to-person, drunk dials, and post-breakup-emotional-support and best friends, we had come a long way when he finally popped THE QUESTION. And I knew I had to make him mine as I said YES. The feeling was surely much deeper and more profound which made everything feel just right!
Like every relationship, we have had our ups and downs but it's so much easier when at the end of the day you can just hold each other's hand, look into each other's eyes and say 'chal pizza order karte hai!'
I feel grateful that I married my best friend. I am glad that he and I are committed to building this beautiful life together, breaking down walls, and fighting everything with a smile, come rain or shine.
We have learned to be rawer in each other's company and are still in the process of learning new things daily while keeping our part of the vows to love each other better in the midst of all the noise and regardless of whatever comes our way.