[ CW ] Write a Compelling Love Story in 1,000 Words or Less .

Harold is my one true love- always has been and always will be. 
 
 In the winter, our tiny town's streets were so caked with ice and snow that driving was impossible, walking only slightly less so. Yet Harold made the trek to my house, 3 miles away, to take care of me during a major storm when I was too ill to get out of my bed. He waited on me hand and foot, even when I whined, and even when I vomited so hard that I blacked out. Is it any wonder that I fell in love? 
 
 For months afterwords, we flirted, we hugged, we spent most of our spare time together. Not that it was any different than before I fell ill- but now I was aware of it. I knew that he was waiting for my signal, any signal, to dump his shrew of a girlfriend. Yet I hesitated. I was so worried to tell him how I felt, worried I would lose my best friend. 
 
 It was a hot summer day when he asked me to meet him on a stone bench outside of the library because he had something important to tell me. If I'd known what was about to happen, I would have put on waterproof mascara. if I'd known what was about to happen, I would n't have gone. 
 
 He was in love with her, you see. The shrew. Had asked her to marry him ( she'd said yes, of course ) and now he wanted me to be his Best Man, well, Best Woman. I wanted to scream, to talk him out of it, but one look at his face and I knew. So I told him yes, smiled and hugged him. Then I went home and cried until my dehydrated body could no longer produce tears. 
 
 In their wedding, I was the best Best Woman I could be. I made sure everything went off without a hitch, gave the most epic speech I could manage. Dead inside, but somehow still walking. And I hugged them both and wished them well as they left for their honeymoon. 
 
 What else could I do? She made him happy, she was what he wanted. Should you not give your love their every desire, even when seeing them together steals the air from your lungs? 
 
 Though he will never know, Harold is my one true love- always has been and always will be.
