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It was like floating.
He was alone, in a boundless ocean of loneliness.
Not a single soul wanted to be near him, and every attempt ended the same way: “I don’t know what you want from me, Phuwin.” And, to be honest, he hadn’t the faintest idea himself.
So, he remained alone, whilst everyone around him found their people.
And then, out of nowhere, he appeared.
Pond.
Phuwin was part of the crowd, alone as usual, surrounded by couples. Pond was part of the crowd too, on the other side of the venue. Two spotlights turned on them. “I think we’ve found our newest couple!” the singer shouted into the microphone. Phuwin turned and looked up.
And everything made sense.
It was like floating.
In a boundless ocean of couples, straight into the arms of a stranger. His heart beat faster, then calmed down, only to start racing again when the man in front of him leaned towards Phuwin.
“I’m Pond,” the stranger whispered right into his ear.
“Phuwin,” he replied and smiled.
“I don’t know, Phuwin, I think I’m too tired to decide,” Pond groans, then leans against the headboard and closes his eyes. Phuwin shakes his head, knowing what’s coming. “Time for a cuddle,” Pond says, spreading his arms, waiting for Phuwin to hug him.
“Sometimes you’re such a child, Pond,” Phuwin says, but walks over to the bed and lies down on top of Pond. “You know, it would take us three minutes at most if we just focused on this one thing,” he adds, but doesn’t move.
“Yeah, maybe. But cuddling is better than any planning.”
“But we’re planning our wedding.”
The silence between them remains calm. They breathe together, in and out, in sync. Until something changes.
“Hm?” Pond places a hand over his heart and frowns. Phuwin looks at him, confused, then places his own hand over Pond’s heart. “That’s weird, my heart’s beating differently.”
Their eyes meet, and Phuwin carefully places his other hand on his own heart.
The same rhythm.
The same pace.
The same heartbeat.
“We are bonded,” he whispers. A single tear rolls down his cheek.
“You are mine?” Pond asks, then places his hand over Phuwin’s and smiles. “Phuwin, you are mine. I am yours. No more doubts.”
Phuwin still can’t believe it. All these years…
“Phuwin, you’re not alone anymore,” Pond adds, reading his mind.
“We are bonded,” Phuwin repeats, smiling the widest smile he can manage.
Two men in white suits stand facing each other. They are surrounded by a small group of people who cheer as the two intertwine their fingers.
“I do,” Pond says, then nods encouragingly.
“I do,” Phuwin replies, looking around.
His mum is crying. Pond’s mum is crying. Their friends are crying.
Everyone is crying.
And Phuwin can’t believe he’s been floating in the ocean of loneliness for so long. And now he has his person, his man, his husband.
Bonded.
Forever.