Everything under heaven cannot be represented exactly as it is in words, especially feelings. No matter how well I try to pour my feelings into one part of the story, no matter how well others try, words can never be made to express feelings efficiently. Saying can be closer and better to represent feelings. Dead words, on the other hand, rarely even come close to a person’s true feelings. Consider this: Anyone can feel love better than even the best story writer can write about it. But in this heartwarming story, I’m doing my best (at least that’s what I can assure you) to make you understand what I might have felt on the day I call the most moving experience of my life.

the history

I was in the tenth class then; in fact, classes had just started after a fun-filled summer break. Priya and I were good friends, actually more than that. Our parents were also friends, but they only knew the healthy part of our relationship. After our classes were over, we would often sit together in the park to talk. And it was just talk, nothing more. For this we both went to our houses and returned to the park to meet. Actually, the day was special. I missed Priya during the 50 day vacation like hell. Sure, we also met regularly during the holidays, but we couldn’t sit together for hours like we did at school.

As it happened every day, we had to meet in the park around 5 o’clock. I tried to study his more subtle feelings for me by launching some pre-planned questions. What I could understand from his responses and body language was the cause of what I did that day.

I had arrived at the park before her and I waited the next 10 minutes. Believe me, those 10 minutes were the longest for me, every second stretched out into eternity. She finally arrived, dressed in a pink skirt-blouse. She maybe she had taken it on vacation. It happens that the girl you are in love with seems the prettiest in your eyes.

“Hello.”

“Hello.”

“Afternoon?”

“Alright.” I said and she sat down next to me on the bench.

“You know?” she asked her and I looked at her questioningly. “But don’t tell anyone else.”

“Do I need to insure you?”

“No, you won’t,” he said with a twinkle in his eyes, “after all, you are my best friend.”

He wanted to propose to her right now. But I preferred to listen to what she wanted to say.

What he told me was the worst and saddest thing I could expect. It was the song that made all my music sad after the day. She had fallen in love with a boy a few days before. According to her account, they met in Cuttack when she was there for ten days during the holidays. What could she say? I just nodded, doing my best to hide my emotions behind a plastic smile. She kept singing about the boy after that, but I could hardly see or hear anything. Although my eyes couldn’t stop the tears from falling, I tried my best not to burst into tears. I didn’t want to spoil my angel’s happiness. Thank you because she never found out too.