He and She

They met for the first time. A young boy and a young girl.
They became friends a little by little, a bit by bit.
Slowly and surely, they became the best of friends.
They shared laughter.
They shared tears.
Years passed, slowly and surely, the girl found that she loved the boy,
a little by little, a bit by bit.
'Do you like me?' she asked one day.
'We are the best of friends' he replied. She smiled sadly.
She loved the boy with all her heart. She wished he would love her back.
She waited.
She wanted him to be happy.
He wanted to see the world. And he did.
Postcards, letters, photographs came, he never forgotten her.
They were the best of friends. She was contented.
And she waited.
'Do you love me?' she wrote.
'We are the best of friends.' he replied. He was sad.
He kept all her mails.
He thought of her as he travelled from city to city.
He loved all that he saw and touched.
She was happy for him.
And she waited.
'Do you love her?' his friend asked.
'We are the best of friends.' he replied.
He knew how she felt.
He knew she waited.
He wanted to see the world.
'I love you' she wrote.
'I know' he replied.
She smiled sadly. She wanted him to be happy.
'Do i love her?' he thought.
'You are the best of friends.' came the reply.
He loved all that he saw and touched.
He wanted her to be happy. She was his best friend.
He didn't know what to do.
And she waited.
And one day,
like tears on virgin snow, she disappeared.
'Did you love her?' someone asked after a long long time.
Silence was his answer.