There are different types of love in the world. All love is beautiful even if that love cannot be reciprocated by the other person. What is so beautiful with love that isn’t reciprocated, you may ask? It is you learn how to love without asking anything in return. So that when the right time comes, you’ll know how to handle and appreciate when all the love you have given away find its way back to you.
It was the first day of Spring. I opened the window in my room, and the smell of the fresh flowers overwhelmed my senses. The sun shone brightly. The sky was blue and clear that seemed to say that it was happy. A flock of birds flew above the blue sky, chirping merrily. I inhaled the invigorating smell of Spring when…. “achooo….”Ahhh! It’s the time of the year again when I couldn’t stop myself from sneezing. Although, I love this season, except the pollen grains and dust that make me sneeze constantly. I took some tissue and stared out of the window. People were busy roaming around the street. Kids cycling along the river bank, what caught my attention was the two young teenagers who were around 14 or 16 while the young boy were tailing the young girl along. The boy cracked a joke, that made the girl laughed enough to filled the air. The boy just stared at her. I knew that stare. The kind of stare that was full of adoration, respect, and love that says he only has an eye for her. I knew it.
Because you used to stare at me that way. I casted my mind back when we were just young kids….
We had known each other for ever. Since we were kids, you were always there for me as I was with you. We’re like siblings more like best friends. I could still remember how you looked like when we were small, you were so thin with large green eyes, I used to tease you “frog eyes” I giggled remembering it. And you were so thin that I thought you lacked of nutrition, and your crook teeth when you smiled made me smile always. Growing up, we still managed to see each other in spite of our busy schedule at school. You used to walk me home along the river bank when I didn’t know yet what was the meaning of those little things and efforts you had done for me.
Remember the time you walked me home as I was dancing in the air, I accidentally tripped off a rock and fell on the ground. I scraped my knee while tears started to fall down my face. You ran to me swiftly and took my knee, you blew it and put your own handkerchief around it. I still have that handkerchief all this time. When you were done, you gave me a wide smile and uttered, “stupid.” I smiled. Only then, I realized that my best friend was not longer a boy, you were growing up so fast. I noticed a few hair that started to grow on your upper lip. I must admit, I knew that you would be turning into a fine man someday. I blushed with that thought. You held my hand and helped me stand. I was walking limply and you offered me a piggy back ride on the rest of our way home. There were times I got sick, you were always there, looking after me, waking me up and telling me to eat something and take my medicine.You were there, telling me funny stories that you made up just so you could make me laugh. When my dad left us, I was devastated and as always, you were there for me; listening to my rants as I sobbed endlessly. You hugged me, always comforted me. We were together through good and bad times. Remember, when we were playing baseball in the park, you hit the ball so hard and it flew at the window of Mr. Crackens, we ran so fast because we know how grumpy he could get.
We went to university, and we became busier: tough schedule, new friends, new environment. I didn’t realize that I was missing you when you knocked at the door with CDs in your hand. Oftentimes, I caught you staring at me and you would just awkwardly change the topic and you would slap hard my arms and we would end up hitting each other and giggle. I love my best friend! Because I could always count on you.
But one day you told me you had to leave, your family had to migrate to Canada and that means I would be left alone here, in this small village. I would surely miss you. When we were lying on my bed, one day, before your flight,, you asked me if I could come with you but of course I couldn’t, that was impossible. You held my hand tightly and promised to keep in touch.
Years had passed, and luckily, we managed to keep in touch with each other through letters and e-mails. We both finished college. We were busy having our own lives; you in Canada, and I, stuck here, in the place where we grew up together. I was walking home, feeling blue, and thinking how lonely I was to walk pass on this road without you. When suddenly, I saw you in the distance. I blinked my eyes countless times, I thought maybe you were just an imagination, but thanks God, I wasn’t. I ran fast towards you and hugged you so tight; tears in my eyes as you hugged me ever more tighter. How I miss your reassuring warm hugs. How I miss my best friend. I stared at you for a moment, the orange sunset rays passing through each other faces. You held my face and kissed me on the forehead. I was glad that you were back. I was glad to have my best friend back……