I sat on the grass and put down the picnic basket. I started preparing the foods I brought for two people. I can't believe that it's been years since we last saw each other. I looked at her while smiling. She smiled back and I could see happiness in her eyes. Her lips began moving as if she was saying something, but I didn't hear any word. Suddenly, I remembered something.
"Here," I heard somebody said and handed me a chrysanthemum. I straightened my face and stare at the person beside me for a few seconds. I know this face. This person is the most popular girl in our batch, while I'm the least. She's perfect, I'm not; she's beautiful, I'm not; she's talented, and I'm not, but every time I was sad, she was there. She would stay beside me and give me a flower. We would not talk, but we knew that we understand each other. Our presence is enough.
Without knowing, tears fell down on my cheeks. The wind blew like it's embracing me. I lit up the candle and put the flowers beside her. Today is 29th of February, my dearest friend's birthday.
I wish she's still here beside me because I miss her so much.
