"I love you, but I shouldn't." he said to me with tears running down his cheeks.
I still remember the day that I met him, 5 years ago. It was in the hottest month of the year, April 2012. I was sitting in the bench, when a guy sat beside me and started crying. At first, it really didn't bother me, I mean we all have some point in our lives when we just want to burst out our emotions right? But it was weird for a guy to be crying publicly in the park. "Are you okay?" I asked him. "Yes, I'm fine don't worry." He answered. "I'm Lilly." I introduced myself to him. "I'm Kristopher." He replied and let out a big smile.
Kristopher has the prettiest brown eyes that I have ever seen for a guy like him. His dark colored hair emphasizing his skin light color, his pointed nose and deep toned voice would make any girl fall for him. He was six feet tall; I was merely a 5'4.
"Would you mind if I ask you what happened?" I politely said. "You see, I've been waiting in this park for about an hour, when my girlfriend texted me that she was breaking up with me." He answered. I patted his back and said "Oh, don't worry. There are plenty of fishes in the sea remember?" He smiled at me, at some point it made my heart flutter. Silly me, this guy is a stranger, why would he make my heart flutter?
Days passed, we started hanging out at the same spot where I met him. He was mysterious, funny, humble, kind, and caring. In the span of six months, knowing him felt like it has been years. Yes we were friends, nothing more and nothing less. Everything went fine, until the month of December, he told me he was going abroad to live with his mom.
My heart shattered. "Don't leave me. I won't have a friend to talk to anymore." I begged him. "Don't worry. We're best friends I'll come back for you." He said and kissed my forehead. "Keep visiting the park, and when I come back, I want to see you sitting there waiting for me." He added.
I waited for him. I waited days, hours, and minutes for him. Those days turned into months, and eventually into years. I was walking by the park and looked at the bench by the tree. I decided to sit in the bench, hoping that this would be the day that I will be able to see him again. "He won't come back Lilly." I said to myself and let out a big sigh. Just as when I was about to leave, someone hugged me tightly. "I missed you" he whispered. "I missed you too." I replied.
I faced him and hugged him tight. He smiled and kissed my forehead. His skin was whiter than the last time that I saw him. His hands were as cold as eyes, he felt like ice. "You came back." I said in amusement. "Of course I did, all for you." He answered.
We started talking and I asked him a lot of questions why it took him years to come back. Just as when I stared into his eyes, it made me realize that I love him. "You know I have been waiting for this moment to tell you this." He said from out of the blue. "What is it?" I asked. "I've liked you since the very first day that I saw you, I was crying but when I saw you smile it made my life shine bright." I could feel my cheeks turning red; I felt butterflies in my stomach. I was happy, it made me happy knowing that he also liked me.
But just as when I was about to tell him what I feel, "I love you, but I shouldn't". He said to me with tears running down his cheeks. He left. He left me alone, scared and broken. He left without telling me good bye. He left just like how other people left me. I never stopped visiting the park, waiting for the day that I will be able to see him again. Until one day, an old lady approached me. "Are you lilly?" she asked. "Yes, it's me. Why?" I answered. "Someone by the name of Kristopher left this letter in our mailbox. It says I should give it to you at this place in this spot." She said.
I took the letter and read it. I burst into tears. He is dead. He died the year after he told me he was leaving abroad to live with his mom. The plane he was on crashed and it took 2 years before his body was found. That was the reason why his skin felt really cold, that was the reason why he was pale and weak. I was talking to a dead person, a dead person who decided to visit me to bid his goodbyes.
The wind blew and just as when I wiped off my tears, I can feel his presence again. He hugged me. It made my whole body shiver, but I ignored it. "I love you, goodbye." He whispered into my ears. "I love you too, rest in peace my love." I answered.
