One of the best mail forwards : My Best Friend's Wedding

It was his wedding day. As I finished giving touches to my mild makeup, my
thoughts flew back to my school days. The first time I met him, he was just
another face in the crowd. We met occasionally through common friends. We
became good friends, always had fun at the other¹s expense. He never spared
a chance to irritate me, which was not very difficult. We always ended up
fighting and patching up the next day only to fight again. 2 years flew by
but nothing changed. Our friends knew we were very close and teased us
incessantly. We would blush but still continue fighting. Everyday I would
wait impatiently for him to come. If I didn¹t see him for even a day my
heart would not be in whatever I do. I would roam around listlessly. I
attributed it to the fact that I did not have my daily quota of fights and
patch up. We grew up together, but as we grew up we became more aware of
our friends making fun of us and the usual teenage gossip. We slowly reduced
our fights and spent less and less time together. One day he came and told me
that he was leaving to another city. I had always taken it for granted that
I could see him whenever I wanted to. For the first time I realized how
much he meant to me. All our friends were there to say goodbye. I wanted to say
so much, but I didn¹t know how to convey my feelings. As the car pulled
out, I realized at that moment that he meant more to me than anything else. He
was my best friend but I also realized, I had unknowingly, unconsciously
fallen in love with him. I wished he was there, in front of me so that I
could tell him how I felt. But he was gone. There was not a day, not an
hour when I didn¹t think of him. My friends realized something was amiss as they
had never seen me so silent and so lost in thoughts. When they found out
the reason, they felt it was just a crush and that it would go away. Some
suggested finding out his whereabouts, but I didn¹t want them to. I was
happy to be in love. I didn¹t want to think that there were two
possibilities. He might love me, but he might not. I was happy that I was
in love, it was beautiful. There were times when I would miss the sharing, the
companionship, the sweet nothings that people in love felt and enjoyed. My
love was one sided but it was love nevertheless. He was always there in my
thoughts and what better companionship can I ask for? Time flew. I went to
college and then to work. Through the years I heard bits and pieces of news
about him. I heard he was abroad, studying. And then I heard he was in
love. My heart broke. The rational side of me knew that since I had never told
him how I felt, I should accept what happened. But my heart cried. As much as I
tried I couldn¹t stop thinking about it. I would spend the whole day
putting up a smiling face for the people around me and fall into my bed tears
streaming down my face. I realized I had to face the truth. He was my first
love and would always be, but I realized life has much more to offer. I
wanted to move on, be happy and maybe meet someone whom I would love and
who would love me. Surprisingly fate decided to help me in its own way. I met
his mom by chance and she promptly invited me for his wedding. I realized
the only way to come to terms would be to actually go for wedding. I knew,
once I see him happily married, I could and would get over it. I came back
to the present with a start, as my mobile rang. It was my friend asking me
out for a movie. I told her I was going to a marriage to meet a long lost
friend and hung up. I was ready, to face reality.