When I first met her, I didn’t find her that much attractive. She was just my classmate and I was expecting to spend two quiet years of study in the same college with her. We didn’t talk much but one day I needed her notes for an assignment, and she helped me without any hesitation. That small act changed everything. We slowly became friends, and her kindness, humor, and warmth began to attract me towards her.

One afternoon in the library, I finally confessed my feelings and even asked her to marry me. I was expecting that she would be happy to know this but she walked away without saying a word. She didn’t come to college for a few days, and when she returned, she acted as if nothing had happened. However, I could not stay that normal. I thought her as an arrogant and emotionless girl.

Then one evening, she approached me in the gym with a rose in her hand. Before I could understand what it meant, she told me the truth. She told that she had cancer, and only a few months had left of her life. She asked me to forget her, insisting she couldn’t love anyone because her time was short.

The news shattered me, but she tried to stay cheerful, even inviting me to a small party that night. Watching her smile through her pain made me realize what I truly wanted. I told her I still wanted to marry her and nothing can change my mind. She was shocked, but eventually, she agreed.

We spent our remaining days together in studying, talking, laughing, pretending as if everything in our life was normal. But, her disease was increasing. Some days she was full of energy, while on other occasions, she could barely stand. But she always held my hand, while trying hard to hide her pain and sufferings.

When her strength finally faded, she left this world quietly, leaving behind a love that changed me forever. I didn’t lose her. I carry her memories wherever I go. Those memories always guide me and help me to become a nice person.

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