The story of “WE”

”Maybe we aren’t one of those couples who instantly know. Or even the ones who go through the conventional phases of romantic affair.”
I felt a spark on the day we met. You, I and her. But you were my best friend and you loved her. And I was nothing but happy for you.
I loved looking at you two turn into fireflies each time you spoke to each other. But I couldn’t help but feel and ache in my bee stung heart that has been rooting for us before I left town.
You knew I’d come back but you didn’t wait. I knew I loved you enough to get through this break. But it’s okay, some people take longer to find their way.
Don’t get me wrong when I say this, but I don’t think it’s over for us, not yet. Maybe we aren’t one of those couples who instantly know. Or even the ones who go through the conventional phases of a romantic affair. I like to think that we are one of those people who have, long stories to tell when someone asks them how they happened. That it wasn’t one moment that defined us, or seven or ten. That it didn’t take us months but years.
We are not two fish in a bowl, rather we have been living in an aquarium all this while, with many, many other fish. And maybe we need to look for each other in other people first, in order to realise that what we have been trying to find for so many years, we have had it right here all along.