Years later, when Brian came along, it was a role-reversal. It was he who fell head over heels in love with me, whereas I remained stoic. Even when he popped the question one fine morning, I weighed the pros and cons of marrying him. I took my time to say yes.
Suddenly, I was snapped out of my reverie. “Anna, I just came by to say I love you,” Brian was standing behind me. In that moment, I realised something profound: A part of me will always love Alvin. Through him, I experienced love with all its highs and lows, racing heartbeats and butterflies in the stomach. Even though we weren’t meant to be, I’ll cherish our memories and wish him well. But what about Brian? Do I love him? I asked myself again. I instantly realised, that my relationship with Brian had elements of mutual trust and warmth. Through him, I was experiencing a different facet of love—a love built on a strong bond of friendship.
I took my fiancé’s hands in mine. “I love you too, Brian O’Neil,” I replied, with my heart finally at ease.