It's funny.
When I look back, it doesn't feel like a movie.
It feels like pages — pages we wrote one by one.
Not perfect.
Not always pretty.
But ours.
Sometimes I wonder…
What if we had never met as kids?
What if her parents weren't close to mine?
What if I'd never gone to her house that rainy evening?
What if I never confessed?
So many what ifs.
But then I look at Kayra, now sipping chai on the balcony, wearing my old T-shirt, with Ayaan crawling at her feet — and I smile.
Because none of those what ifs matter anymore.
What matters is what we chose to become.
We still argue, by the way.
About whose turn it is to change the diaper.
About whether Naruto is overrated (she thinks yes, I disagree entirely).
About who forgot to buy milk.
But even those fights feel warm now — because they're built on a foundation that's survived everything.
Kayra once told me, "True love isn't about perfection. It's about choosing the same person — again and again — even when it's hard."
And that's what we did.
From the playground to the terrace.
From the awkward crush to real confession.
From broken silence to tearful phone calls.
From tight hugs to marriage vows.
From dreams to diapers.
We chose each other.
Every single time.
Ayaan grew up with a weirdly cool life — parents who played video games, told him bedtime stories about their school fights, and danced to 2000s Bollywood songs in the kitchen.
When he asked how we fell in love, I didn't give him a fairy tale.
I told him the truth.
"We grew up together. And one day, I realized she wasn't just my best friend. She was my moon."
He looked confused. "Moon?"
"Yeah," I smiled. "Because she lit up my darkest days... and stayed, even when I had nothing to give."
And that's how this story ends.
Not with grand drama.
Not with heartbreak.
But with something much rarer.
Peace.
Two kids who met when they were seven.
Played games. Shared snacks. Grew dreams.
Fell apart. Found their way back.
And never left again.
The End.
Writer - Ayan (IG - @pro.boii_)
This story is completely fictional.
(But also... the beginning.)