Adam didn’t marry the one he loved the most. He did marry his true-love because, as he believes, love is never false. So, he made the follow through from the altar to the door, arm in arm, his cheeks aching from a sincere, yet plastered grin; the cuffs of his pants inches off the ground, the train of her gown collecting white dust.
These days, he thinks of the reason he didn’t marry the one he loves the most, for he finds that he still does; and on bright afternoons, he sits under the patio sipping limeade, lost in a trance, reliving the events of the day he decided to let her go.
Adam, being the selfish person that he is, didn’t let go because of the wise saying that emphasized doing such to someone you love, or because of the illusion that a loved person let go would always come back; but because he realized that as friendly, as compatible as they were, she had her heart set on what he was not, and asking her hand would only rift the present he was enjoying. So, he continued to commit the sin of loving her yet remaining just friends, while he prepared his heart for the day she would move away.
Cammy married the one her heart chose, but when she’s in frank discussion with her reflection in the bedside mirror, she reluctantly admits that she would have been happier without him. She’s caught herself missing Adam three times this week already and its only Tuesday. What she misses is his ability to reach inside her shell and convince her out of it without pulling. His nonchalance to things considered uncommon was good therapy to that blasé mind of hers.
‘I was once in a plane crash’, he said, without lifting his eyes from his plate, more concerned by the sheer size of the egg on his plate. This was in reaction to the news about a recent plane crash on television. At the time, it had been two years of ceaseless conversation between them, yet he never thought to mention it.
‘You’ve never mentioned this’, she had said in amazement.
‘What does it change?’, he had replied casually.
Adam was Pandora’s box for her, a trip to an amusement park that had an infinite number of rides, at the time however he never asked her out, and she wasn’t modern enough to do the asking.
Cammy had from a young age realized that perfection in a relationship was a hoax. The problem however was that, where Adam would reach out and convince her out of her shell, her husband would accept the shell, love her for the shell and love her with the shell. Over the years, it’s lack of creativity and spunk became apparent.
Try as she may, she couldn’t shake the feeling that even though her husband was not perfect, still he wasn’t imperfect enough.
Adam, when he loves, loves without restrictions. He for himself created the notion that no wrong can be done by the reason of love. And so, he felt no guilt or remorse when he lied to Cammy about having been in a plane crash. All he wanted was to keep her happy and if he did that by telling her ‘fiction’, by keeping up the mystique of an ever unravelling puzzle, then their love would be a gray area, with no questions of black and white.
And for him, the joy was that she stripped, whilst remaining fully clothed. She became that person who starts a fire in you that cannot die, with the saddest, most awful truth that this person is not always with whom you spend your life.
So Adam, being who he is, he resolved to love his wife without fault, whilst he waited for that one day he’d leave home and find he can’t return or that one day he returns and finds he can’t stay.