She loved him
More than she loved herself
But she couldn't find the courage
The courage to confess
The courage to express.

And that stayed-
The pusillanimity.
And it played,
The lead role
In their parting.

Now,
He is a thing of past,
She remembers,
How they had a blast
Everywhere they went,
But all of it had to end at last.

Just that,
She could have made
It last longer,
And maybe then,
Their bond
Could have become stronger,
And then they could,
Stay closer to each other.

If she could have tried,
It could have got easier,
They could have been together
Next to each other,
But it was her fear
Which overpowered her.

She was upset and going through the old stuff. Those albums, those gifts, those tiny little things and everything that she adored once were forgotten, maybe forever. But she realized how happy those days were. Those days of her childhood. She could hear the murmurs and the stories hidden behind each picture. Those drove her down to the memory lane. The times when everything was fun, everyone was good, every place was filled with adventure and every day was worth it. While looking at those pictures, she came across a picture which grabbed all her attention. It was of her school's annual show. And the person she was standing next to, the one who made that funny face and couldn't let her get a decent picture clicked, was her best friend, whom she knew nothing about presently-where was he, what was he doing, was he fine or not? She knew nothing. She really had to try hard to even remember his name. But when she did, it gave her hope to fetch him out of wherever he was. And she was successful. She looked for him on social networking and finally found him. They started talking and planned to meet. This was three years from today. And now, they are married. How just a little quarrel with her friend changed her life! In those pages of an album, she found her happiness, she found the love of her life.