One year ago, if someone said that I'll fall in love, then I'd have given them my trade mark weird look. I was never meant to fall in love. That was the rule. We met almost a year back, became friends right from the start. Along the course of the year, we grew close. I cannot really point out when and where that thing began. Where we had stopped being friends and moved on. Moved on to become something more. May be it was that day or the day before, or much earlier. May be it was when we went to that work together. Or maybe when he walked me home. Or maybe when we met for the first time. Or the first time he looked up and said Hi. But I can bet on my life that he is the best that happened to me. I dint how much I was missing him until he came into my life. And I forgot how my life was before him.

Today, started like any other normal day. A routine Sunday morning and afternoon, when he called up in the evening saying that he was less than 10 minutes away from my place. I heftily put on some clothes, brushed my hair. When I rushed downstairs, I looked around and spotted his back, leaning forward on a rail and looking at the kids playing soccer. I took few quick steps, but he turned back, towards me before I could reach him. With that brilliant smile splashed across his face, he was the brightest thing of the day.

"Hello!" he sounded nervous today.

"Hey, what's the special today, you came without prior notice", I said looking at him.

He ran his fingers along his silky hair, his usual sign of nervousness, "Nothing, felt like seeing you today". I bit my lip and smiled.

"Okay, where shall we go?"

"Let's have some ice cream, take a stroll and decide." I followed him to the stores and we got some chocolate ice cream. We both knew something changed today. Since there were never any surprise visits before. Where we usually had endless discussions, that walk was a contrary. There were hesitant talks. Every accidental brushing of hands caused a spark.

His phone started ringing, it was Emmett. Apparently, the bunch of friends we hung out every day were planning to go to the beach. It was little far from where we were. After deciding to meet at a common place, we got on his motor bike, Harley-Davidson and drove along the road. It was a road less travelled by. A highway with speed bumps most of the way. And sometimes the bumps were a long one.

"Aint the climate awesome! ", he said.

Yes, Indeed, It was cool, dark and just started to drizzle. We had left the town, and were now passing through the country side.

"Yea, It's aw—ww—soo –mme-ee". The long speed bumps broke my sentence!

We laughed together at the sound I made.

And then came another.

He shouted, "Be-lll—aa-aa-aaa" and I, "Ed—waaa-aa-rd" at the same time, and broke into laugh.

He accelerated, reaching nearly 80 miles on his byke, when he freed his hands and spread them wide apart. I shrieked!

"You idiot!" And then another bump, "Pu-utt yu—or han—ds ba-ck " . But my lad was a good biker. He had control. I gathered courage, stood up, grabbing his shoulders for support. And we sped up. Cool air blasted on my face.

"Wooo –hooh!" I shouted along the way as we sped fast across the almost deserted road.

The next time he spread his hands, I spread mine along grabbing his hands, like the clichéd titanic pose, but this time riding on a motor byke. Edward took my hands in his and pulled them to his chest. There it was, that one gesture. And I knew it. Or maybe I knew it already. I couldn't keep it for myself anymore. The feeling was too much, boiled up too such an extent that I had to blow it out. The moment had finally come. I had promised myself that I'd never fall in love. But I was going to break all the rules.
And this time, when the next speed bump came, I knew what I had to say.