Lando and Magui had been together for three months, yet their relationship was shadowed by the unbreakable bond in between Lando and you. A friendship forged years ago, back in high school, when kicking pebbles on the way home was your daily ritual. It was always just yours.

Magui tried to fight it, hoping Lando would move on completely. But every time your name lit up his phone, the call never rang for more than a few seconds. No matter where or who he was with, you remained his constant, the one his heart always returned to. Two hearts just falling in and out of love with something new, with someone new, until they came back to themselves. Their home.

Each meeting between you two was like a rekindling spark. It was as if your faces lit up in the presence of one another, the cold emptiness of the past melting away. You both knew the difference between fleeting connections and something real. You knew that he would always be there, and Lando believed there was no companion like you.

Every time they met it was the same thing, their faces lit up, their pasts were cold and empty, they both knew that it was enough of waiting for somebody who doesn’t care. You both knew the difference between fleeting connections and something real. You knew that he would always be there, and Lando believed there was no companion like you. He laughs at your eyes, your smile, the glasses on your face. You love the way he talks late at night, when there’s no one else to say, how you’re beautiful, funny and smart like nothing he’s ever seen.

He’s good to you and you want more than anything in between. And you, despite wanting more, kept a delicate boundary between you. The line was drawn. At fifty, if you were both alone, you’d get married. Lando teased that he was new to promises like that, but he respected it. Sparks flew when you joked around. He hates when you cry, hates when you’re away. You hate when he’s upset, when he’s not around. Even at their worst, they know they’ll be okay, because you’d always have each other.