Strangers again?

There was this one little girl who liked a boy in her class so much, she kept on praying to God to open his eyes, for him to see her the way she saw him. She thought he was perfect. No he wasn't, but he sure was the closest, in her eyes. It began with only a little rush in her stomach, but it started to grow wild, furiously wild. She was starting to fall head over heels for him. There were flaws in him. But she looked way pass through them, because she knew that everybody has flaws. And she accepted his. She kept her feeling inside, way inside, though she knew she didn't really hide it that well. The play pretend prolonged for months, up until years. Four years. She hadn't seen him for such a long time, but the second she laid her eyes on him again, all that feeling which she thought was dead, paid her a little visit. She felt a knot tied real tight in her stomach. Oh no, she thought. Then she learned that he was in such a devastating state as he had just broke up with his girlfriend, who apparently was her best friend. She comforted him, just like the old days. He was her close friend, who she shared tears and laughs with. And one night, he confessed his love to her. He apologized for being so dumb and blind, for not seeing her all this while. And she thought she had just owned the world.

But no, it didn't last too long. Everything started to fall apart as she felt something was quite wrong. She didn't feel right. She asked God everyday after her prayers, 'Dear Allah, if he is the one for me, guard our hearts, keep them safe, and join them when the perfect time comes. But if he is not, distance our hearts away.' A year later, it was as if her prayers were answered once again. He was far, beyond her reach. They no longer talk to each other. It was as if they have never knew each other. She felt this huge hole punched right through her walls of heart. She starting to miss him, her friend so badly. If only she would break the wall of ego of hers down and start talking to him again. But she couldn't. She was afraid. Afraid of losing him for good. She was blunt. She had no idea of what to do next. His birthday was only in another few weeks. Last year she went 150 miles away from her house to his, to celebrate his birthday. She surprised him, and boy, wasn't he shocked! That reaction he gave, it had never failed to draw a smile on her face each time the flashbacks decided to revisit her thoughts. But what should she do this time around? Should she start approaching him and use his little birthday anniversary as an excuse to start talking to him? Or should she stay put, watching the happy him from afar? Ain't the latter sounds better? I thought so too.

And now she thinks she has made her mind up really well. Cheerio! :)