Mae,

The other day I saw you at the park, alone. It's been a while that I have been gathering the courage to confess my feelings to you. And that day I was determined to make you mine.

But things aren't always the same as we think they are, are they?

I said 'Hi, what are you doing here all alone? Lemme give you a nice company' you giggled, and at that moment my heart stops right there for just a moment. I didn't want it to pass, the time. I'd liked it to stop then and there at that beautiful moment. When your eyes were sparkling with freckles of gold swimming freely in the hazel pool of eternity. When the sound of your giggle was a song a melody sacred only to me and my heart.
I'd like it to stop because the next words I heard, broke me into fragments no one ever could piece back to where they belonged rightfully to.
'I am waiting for George' Seeing my baffled gaze, you continued 'Today I am proposing him'

My whole world tore apart in just a second. Seeing my crestfallen face you asked 'What's the matter, Henry?' And again I wished I could then and there scream aloud that I loved you. With everything in me, with every strand in my body, with every cell. But how could I ever do that to our friendship? If not your lover, I'd like to remain your friend at least. So I told
'George won't be here right now, he had to run some errands for grandma Dorothy.' I didn't lie he actually was running errands for her.

'Oh, that's nice of him to do so, okay then there is nothing left for me to stay here, although can you do me a favor?' There was nothing left for you to stay? You  couldn't see me? Did I mean so less to you almost equal to nothing?

'Henry?'

'Yes?'

'Would you do me a favour?'

'Oh yes, yeah sure with utmost certainty.' I could so anything for you I thought as you pulled out a letter from your bag.

'Give it to your brother and tell him it's from me.' I stared at the hand that held the letter. The same hand I want to hold someday lovingly. The letter in that hand seemed a foreign commodity.

You shook me pretty hard again.
'Ya, I mean okay, certainly.' 

'Thank you, Henry.' And then you decided to hug me all of a sudden.

All the air left my body and my heart almost froze. And then you released me taking the warmth away with you.
'Bye.'
You passed by my side and started moving towards the exit.
And at that moment I held your wrist,

'Can I ask you a question?' You nodded.
'Why a letter, why not a text or a call?'
You smiled and said
'I want our love to be old school, something which we could cherish till eternity.' And then your hand slipped from my hold and you strode forward elegantly as if a princess walking on clouds made of feather.

And me? My already broken fragments got crushed and now all was left was dust of once beating heart.

Yours lovingly,
Henry Atkinson