“Did I ever tell you that I love you? Because I do – With so much of my heart that I hardly know what to do with all these feelings welling up. I have loved you since our first meeting and I knew, I knew I loved you after our shared kisses. But I… I never told you, did I?”
Frida placed her head on her shoulder, breathing in and out, knowing they would soon have to rise and face reality. But for now, she rested in the comfort Agnetha brought her simply by just being there.
“Darling, could you please wear your headphones properly?” Björn inquired, watching as Agnetha put them to rest against her forehead – turning to him slightly with a smile.
“Does it matter?”
“Well, I’m not sure you can hear everything properly…”
“A reunion 1992 it is.”
“Too early, let’s make them wait till 1999 at least.” Björn joked, and Frida rolled her eyes at him,
“Why not make it another 40 years or something, release an album from our retirement home.”
“Will do. Or you know, you just let me cook for you once in a while.”
“Well I wouldn’t turn down something that came with two for the price of one.” Frida winked, and Agnetha laughed.
“What do you mean by that?”
“I get a home-cooked meal, and a beautiful cook.”
The room was cold, or maybe it was all of them – growing cold over the years as the happiness slowly went on its way, leaving them with a bittersweet after taste.
Once they were dressed for bed and had crawled under the covers, Agnetha made a move to kiss her softly over her lips – tasting the toothpaste on them still, and it made her smile – these, seemingly silly, little things was all that Agnetha wanted to have with Frida.
Frida stopped in the doorway as she caught sight of Agnetha sitting by the mirror – how could a person be that lovely? – She was the luckiest woman on earth to be friends with someone so kind – so good both inside and out.
“We shouldn’t.” Frida concluded, and Agnetha whimpered, shaking her head.
“I don’t know what it is. These feelings – I can’t make sense of them, and it terrifies me.”
“Oh, it’s a kiss gherkin!” He cried, grinning widely, and Frida’s brows furrowed along with everyone else’s,
“What’s that?”
Björn’s grin grew even wider as he tried not to laugh as he read the instruction on the card,
“Kiss the neighbour on your left for five seconds.”
The storm that had raged within her since lunch had calmed, and she was surprised herself at how well she was taking this – save the collapse onto the floor earlier.
But Frida had not even begun when she was startled by a loud creak – and soon she found herself sitting on the floor, mostly bruising her behind as well as getting soaked from the water that poured down from the broken sink.