I didn't realize I had dozed off to sleep. It was six in the evening. I could see the sun set with its red rays spreading happiness and comfort to many, but for me, it was a reminder of the moment Sam and I once shared.
I first met Sam when I was in middle school. I kept to myself, but seeing me alone, she tried to make me her friend. She gave me no peace, and at last I went along with her wishes. I must say she was fun sometimes. If someone asked me what she resembled, I would say a mother duck- she always kept me occupied and never let me wander off with my thoughts. It was just me and her at the beginning, but soon I found my true love [ I thought so].
Alex made me feel like I was walking on clouds- indeed, he was dreamy. With his long brown hair, emerald eyes, and tanned body, he could pass a model audition. He loved me to bits and pieces. In the beginning, I too loved him the same way, but somewhere between I lost interest. His way of speaking and the nicknames he called me sounded weird, and I was unhappy. Looking around, I realized how I spent less time with Sam, and yet she said nothing. She was happy that I was meeting new people. Later, I realized Alex had been two-timing me with one of my friends, and I lost all feelings for him. My first relationship ended with a bad conclusion. I never cried because of him. I never did. It made me realize that just because I had a crush on him didn't mean I loved him; it was a fleeting feeling, and I had to learn to distinguish which was true and would last a lifetime.
The day I broke up with him, I spent the entire day with Sam. By evening, we were watching the sunset near a lake. She looked at me with her eyes glistening from the sun's rays and said, "Sometimes love comes unexpectedly, at a moment we never expect. It may be initially in the form of help or as a friend. Don't hurry, but wait for it patiently. There's a lot of time". I laughed at her saying that she had suddenly sounded like an angel. Well, it did look like it with all the evening rays on her face. But she laughed it off, and we never spoke of it again.
Now, as I look from my window, I remember her ways of helping me silently, even though I said I never needed it. But now she is no more, and her words remind me of the good old times we shared.