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We were finally there. It had been 2 years and 364 days since our last fight and it was time now to let the words come out and the heat to cool down. In all the years we were together we followed some rules. We called them ‘legacies’. We never knew the big fight was coming. He had been intimating me about ‘something’, but he never spoke the words. He was like this from the beginning, we had to earn words out of him. His silence confused me a lot initially. I wanted to come here earliest had it not been for the date. I knew it too. We were college friends and we understood each other quite well. We had been each others wingman for all three years.
Had I known about his other feelings I would have cleared the path. He simply went silent and told me to leave that day. It’s been almost three years, he gave the date and told me to come here if I wanted to ‘Explain’.
The place where the three of us visited during our college holidays
What was there to be explained? We were idiots in a love triangle. I knew she knew, but he never said anything.
The day I confessed, I read the diary. ‘His diary.’
It was a dare. She was happy to tell him. We all thought of him as a great friend, but who was to be blamed I couldn’t tell. But it broke the three of us apart. It shattered our worlds. Moreover it broke him and I apart. I missed him each day and night. Even I neber turned back to tell him why I loved her. I didn’t have this much courage. I was guilty and it was sucking my happiness. His eyes meant business.
The good thing about drugs is, there is no good things about drugs. It’s an abyss. He had been to rehab or maybe this was a part of his rehab I had no idea.
He remembered the place and the time, I remembered the place and the time. His drugs didn’t make him forget about me.
But I loved our friendship more than I loved her.
At this point you would be thinking, we met and sorted our things out. Nope we didn’t. Life never gave me a chance to do so. Here I am with a bunch of people, and writing my imagination to you that he would remember the date after almost 3 years.
I think he went with the world, he moved on, and so did she. I guess it was meant to be upside down in these three years. So here I am by myself, clicking the photo of two strangers who call themselves friends.
Here I am with an ended potential relationship and ended amazing friendship. All that is mine has been taken. Hope I get a second chance. I promise this place, to be here next year on the same date. Hope is a good thing Red, perhaps the best of the things in this world. Hope you remember Shawshank Redemption my dear friend. Hope you remember me not as a regret but as serenity.