Once there was a boy who wrote pages of poems. He sat for hours not saying a word. Then came along a girl who also wrote poems but who could not talk. The boy wanted to talk to the girl so much. So he learned to talk through his hands because the girl could not write any more. Her hands were too weak to pick up a pen anymore. So that boy talked to the girl through his hands. She could only smile and listen. When the day came when he learned she was dyeing he ran to her house. There at her bed side he found a letter. It said this:
I finally have gotten the strength to pick up a pen, to write you a poem my dear friend. I am dyeing of censor. I have little time left and I want to say I love every about you. You made me smile again. Just knowing you for this short time has made me have no regrets my sickly life. Never stop smiling my dearest friend.
The boy reading this cry through every word he read. For he loved how she smiled and how she always looked so happy to listen to his words. He was always so lonely till she came along. So he had to find her again to be by her side.
He found her at a hospital so pale and sickly. She never looked like this around him. So he was in deep pain. He stayed by her side as she fell asleep for ever never to wake. He was glad he knew her for the time she had left. He cried and cried and finally said words the only words he would ever say.
I will live my life for you. I will smile
sing and run. Just for you.