Ever since that day I made sure Rita finds out nothing about my feelings. The only person who knew was Rosy. Weeks later I was talking to Mike, we were sitting at the beach, and I wanted to be really sure if what I felt was love. So I asked him, define love for me?
He said:
"Love... well I can't give you an explanation, but I can tell you things people do when they are in love. For instance you think about them all the time, you want to tell them everything about you; you care about them to the point you put their well being ahead of yours. You can't stop wondering what they are doing, or if they are okay. Basically my friend they occupy your entire life."
I then said:
"Mike, what if I told you that I am going through all these things you just listed. I feel this way about Rita."
Mike wasn't surprised; he explained that he always knew I was, and that I would tell him at some point. After my conversation with Mike I was sure that it's love.
Admitting That I am in love with her was my end, for what came next was months of agonizing excruciating pain.
Kisses, hugs, romance, laughs, gifts, and the list goes on... These all were the cause of my pain. Simon and Rita were happy and I couldn't be any more miserable. I knew I couldn't go on living like this, so I decided to act. I decided to confess to Rita.
I knew what I had to do, but my problem was "how"! I thought consistently of an idea until the light bulb over my head lit. Rita birthday was in two weeks, and I just thought of the best gift ever. During these two weeks I was all over the city, trying to find the components of my perfect gift, and in the end I succeeded. The night before her birthday I took my gift and drove all the way to her place, I parked, went up the stairs quietly, placed the gift on her door step, and went down to my car. As I drove away I texted her:
"Check your door step..."
Rita confusingly walked to the door, opened it, and found a pink box on her door step. She held it and took it inside. Then she opened the box and inside she found a letter on top:
"Dear Rita,
This box contains all the things you treasure the most, from sweets to music to love. First on top is a T-shirt with a portrait of your favorite singer on it. Then underneath it is a mug that says I love my father. I know it's been a while since he passed away but I remember how much you miss him. So whenever you drink your coffee, your dad will be with you. Next to the mug there are three Lindt chocolate bars which I know is your favorite. I saved the best for last, at the bottom you'll find my Beatles T-shirt that you always wanted. I chose these specific gifts because each one resembles something. The portrait T-shirt resembles how well I know you, the mug is to show you that I remember every word you ever said to me, the sweets resemble forgiveness for the pain we have caused or will cause to one another, and the Beatles T-shirt resembles sacrifice.
Happy birthday to the most valuable person in my life! I wish you the best!
Yeah and one more thing...
Rita...
I'm in love with you..."
