The first time I met Priya, she was standing in the rain outside our halls of residence, refusing to move because a spider had built a web across the doorway and she "wasn't going to be the one to ruin its evening." Twenty minutes. In the rain. For a spider.
I'm Marcus, and I've been her best friend since that soggy Tuesday — which makes me, apparently, the Man of Honor. A title I accepted the second she asked, and then immediately googled to find out what it involved.
Here's what I learned about Priya over fifteen years of friendship. She is the person who remembers. She remembers that you don't like coriander. She remembers the name of your terrible ex so she can glare at him properly at parties. When my dad was in hospital, she drove three hours at midnight, brought a flask of soup, and sat with me in a corridor that smelled of disinfectant, saying almost nothing, which was exactly the right amount to say.
That's the thing about her loyalty — it's not loud. It just shows up. In the rain. At midnight. In hospital corridors.
So when she started talking about Daniel, I did what any good friend does. I prepared to be unimpressed. I had my arms folded before I'd even met him.
And then I watched him listen to her. Properly listen — the way you do when someone's words actually matter to you. I watched him learn that she takes her tea absurdly weak, and never once complain about it. I watched him laugh at her jokes a half-second before the punchline, because he already knew where she was going and he wanted to go there too.
Daniel, you didn't ruin the spider's evening either. You knew better. And that's when I knew you'd do.
Priya, you spent twenty minutes protecting one small, stubborn creature who'd built something beautiful in an unlikely place. Today, look what you've built. In an unlikely place. Beautiful.
Everyone, raise your glasses — to Priya and Daniel. To the ones who show up in the rain, and stay for all the weather after. To a lifetime of it.
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