They got to know each other 20 years ago and were part of the same circle of friends since. She used to be popular, not by being the sexiest but by being herself, funny and outgoing. And he loved her, oh yes, he loved her from the very first sight.
She's been with few boyfriends who came and went while he was always around for her. As a friend, confidant, companion, a soul mate. She would probably never realize he was the one if he didn't look elsewhere. The possibility of losing him finally made her act.
They got married surrounded by the same bunch they've been a part of for two decades and settled in the city.
It seems like an ordinary story until now, doesn't it? Yet there's a twist. She's a flight attendant. Living abroad, hardly ever coming home to see her husband. She still feels like flying as she's approaching her mid-thirties. No urge to have kids. No urge to be at home.
He's patient and humble, not taking it lightly but able to cope. She's coming for Christmas, he says and tries to avoid talking about it any more.
I can sense what's in the air. He may consider looking elsewhere again. They hadn't spent proper time together in years. He's overlooked and bitterness is slowly rising from within.
I guess we learn after Christmas. Fingers crossed, their love can make it.
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