He Loves You, too

I am Nichole Smith, a typical girl with a boy best friend named Calvin Cruz who studies from a far. I am here at the post office waiting for his letter. For the past eight years, this became our way of communication. "Miss Smith," I stood up when my name was called "there is no letter from Calvin Cruz."

That's impossible! "How can it be? We have been sending letters since we were eight." I complained.

"I'm sorry. Come again next time." I said nothing but walked out of the post office. I am wondering why I have no letter from Calvin. It's so impossible.

I was strolling that time and I reached an unusual old house. I decided to sat there for awhile. I closed my eyes removing all the stress in my mind and trying to remove the fact that I was not able to receive a letter from Calvin.

"Hey," I opened my eyes as I heard someone and right in front of me is a guy who's wearing black shirt and fitted jeans. He has a gorgeous pair of blue eyes. He's body is well-built, he's tall, and handsome. He looks so familiar. I think I've seen him somewhere.

"Hey," I replied.

"What are you doing here?" he asked as he sat next to me to the stairs where I was sitting.

"Well," I shrugged. "a friend seemed to forget me." I said. It's not bad to share to a stranger.

"How can you say that?"

I took a deep breath. "We were sending letters to each other since he left to study abroad. He was the one who suggested writing letters to each other and now ---he didn't send me one."

"A-are you lovers?"

I looked at him and I feel like I'm blushing. "N-no!" I denied and looked away. "We're best friends ---just best friends. I told you that a while ago."

I saw him nod. We were silent.

"Do you... do you love that best friend of yours?" he asked. Why is he so curious about us?

"He's my best friend, I love him."

He chuckled. It seems like a music to my ears. "Silly! I mean... more than a friend?"

Okay, that was what he mean.

I slowly nod. Yes, I love him more than a best friend, ever since we were younger. I thought that when he leaves, I'll forget about this stupid feelings but I did not. I still am in love with him and I can feel that each day my feelings for him grows but I'm upset he never feels the same.

"He loves you,too." he said like he was so sure.

I looked at him in shock. "As if." I said as I roll my eyes.

"He loves you Nichole... I-I love you."

My eyes widen and in no time he kissed me.

"I love you Nichole." he said between our kiss

"And I love you, too."

THE END.