Our “love story” started in a conventional way, 

Seatmates in English class, 7th grade. 

Conservative and reserved as they say, 

Maybe that’s why we clicked and stayed. 

Though we belonged to opposite sides, 

Our support remained even for people we liked. 

Went on to different paths, lived our own lives

Until our stars anew collide. 

Success, struggles and wildest secrets, 

We shared everything in all of life’s facets. 

Raised to a level higher than us, 

Overwhelmed uncontrolled, even about little things we fuss. 

What we had may be liberating, 

But more than that it’s surprising. 

Of infinite disagreements, cold wars and so-called “endings”, 

A horror movie and we’re back to bonding. 

People may still come and go, 

Change is always inevitable. 

But the core we have is unbreakable, 

Our “love story” may be boring but sure.