They were friends. But then it turned out that they realized that they were more important to each other than just friends. Probably, most of you has felt this feeling.

They had been friends for a so long time. She knew him better than anyone else, the same as he. They could understand each other even from a word. Even a simple look was enough for him to understand all her feelings. Happiness was near them – when he wrote long letters in SMS, when (without enough money for roses) he could just get some flowers from the park, visit her just for five minutes to present this flowers  in order to see her smile and make a surprise…

This is what they called "love”.

Everything broke down in the middle of May. He sent her a message: "I’m going away forever. Don’t wait for me, honey. I don’t love you, I’ve got another girlfriend. I’m sorry that it happened.”

She spent days calling him – he was unavailable, knocking his door – nobody opened. Nobody knew where he had gone. Somebody said he had gone to Europe with his new girlfriend, someone believed that he had retired from his previous job and had flown to America to start a new life.

Was that previous happiness really worth all these sufferings? No. Nervous breakdown followed it. She had to spend a long time in the hospital to fight with a serious mental damage.

Time passed. She met a new boyfriend. He helped her to forget her painful past and start a happy future. They married and lived happily with their daughter.

Be able to live without a person from whom no news comes. Many years passed. She forgave him. God was his judge.

Her daughter was 5 years old when a letter came. Guess who the sender was. Yes, after 10 years he decided to recall her in his memory. She started reading it with irony just for fun. But suddenly her smile disappeared. She fell down with tears on her eyes holding his letter. It said:

"Hello, my dear! If you read this letter – well done, good job! 10 years ago I was too weak to talk to you. I left silently, saying something about a new girlfriend. So foolishly... I wrote this letter that summer and asked to give it to you after 10 years when you would completely forget about me, when you would finally be happy, when you would find a person who (instead of me) would make you his wife.

You know, this is the most difficult thing to sit inside the flat and hear your knocking, your weeping, feel your sufferings. Believe me, I was also crying. Actually, I was lying to you. But that was not my fault – my fate had decided everything to happen like it happened. And this is what really happened:

Doctors discovered cancer in my brains. I will probably die in several months. I didn’t go anywhere, I didn’t love anyone else. How could I love anybody, except you?! I just didn’t want to die near you. You wouldn’t be able to start a new life after my death. Everything had been good, however, we were not enough lucky. I wish you good luck. With love…”