John knocked on Mary’s door. “Mary! It’s John! Open up!”
In a second, the door was whisked open, and Mary fell on John. “Where have you been?” she gasped.
“I’m sorry.” he replied, “I had some urgent business to attend to.”
“Can you tell me about it?” she asked, gently.
“Not today.” John replied, tearing up.
Mary reached up, and wiped away his tears before kissing him.
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No matter what Mary did, she couldn’t get in touch with John
“I love you.” John told Mary.
“I know.” Mary replied.
John stared at her. “That’s unfair.”
“How?!” Mary protested.
“I want you to say that you love me too!” John exclaimed.
“That’s high maintenance.” Mary commented.
“Say it!” John demanded.
“It’s not love, if you’re forcing me to.” Mary retorted.
“Please?” John pleaded.
“Fine.” Mary sighed. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“I had a lovely dream last night.” Mary murmured sleepily.
“Oh yeah? What was it about?” John asked, amused.
“You kissed me…” she muttered languidly.
“Is that all?” he joked.
She shot a glare at him.
“I was joking!” He held up his hands in mock surrender.
Mary silently forgave him, and stared into space.
“Was it a good kiss?” he asked.
“In your dreams.” she replied.
“Thank you John.” Mary smiled.
“For hugging you?” John asked, confused.
“No.” Mary replied, “For giving me this chance, when I wasted all of mine.”
“What did you waste them on?” John questioned.
“Stupidity.” Mary answered vaguely.
“Did you have other lovers or something?” John tried to pry, knowing that it wasn’t any of his business.
Mary looked surprised. “Me? The girl who hates romance? Having other lovers? Have you forgotten who I am?”
“You said it was stupidity. A girl who hates romance that’s dating someone sounds stupid to me.” he explained.
“So all this…” she gestured to nothing in particular, “… is stupid?”
“Why ever not?”
“Because a guy who likes romance can always change a girl’s mind.” he quipped, with a straight face.
Mary laughed. “Hmmm. Alright. I see what you mean.”
“Mary, would this be your last chance?” he asked, frowning.
“Maybe…”she wrapped her arms around him. “That’s why… I’m not going to let it go.”
“Neither, Mary. Neither.”
Mary was knotting pieces of thin, coloured string, one after the other. John watched her intently, amazed at how she could do such intricate work in a calm manner, without being the least bit frustrated.
“There!” Mary said, finally, tying a knot at the end of her work. “I’m done.”
“What is it, Mary?” John asked.
Mary gave him a look. “Haven’t you heard of friendship bracelets before?”
“Of course I have.” John replied, “But I don’t understand. We’re more than friends, you know.”
“I know.” Mary replied. “That’s why the design I did was heart shaped.”
“I like it.” John smiled. “One for me, and for you?”
“No. One for me, and one for the dog.” Mary joked.
“You don’t have a dog.” John smirked. “Nice try.”
Mary wound the friendship bracelet around his wrist and tied a triple knot. “Let our love last forever.”