What can I say about a girl I loved since I was ten. She was my best friend. I have known her since we were small. She knew all my secrets, which revels out my feeling about her that I love her, not only because she is pretty & smart but also the way she laughs at every thing & the way she sees life & love. She was 8 year old that time but even at an early age she was a beauty. She has a long curley hair which reaches almost her waist. She had fair complexion which could make a man lose his heart into them. “By the way my name is Aryan….what’s yours?” I asked. “My name is kyara” she smiled & said “well I like your name”. So we became best friends. We use to play together. There was even a time she fell off from cycle while trying to catch me in a race & I was the one who banded her scraped knee. I even fought with the tough guy when they teased kyara & made her cry. I ended up having a black eye. I remember kyara was crying as she placed ice over my damaged eye. I did every thing to please her. Fathe sagar was our favorite hang out place. We used to eat chana chor under a big tree. There was a special branch on which two of us sit together & tell each other dream. She want to be famous belle dancer & she knows my dream of becoming world richest man. She never laughs at my dream even it was quit impossible. It made me like her even more. As year went by, I noticed that my feeling towards her were slowly changing. Some how I thought it was just a crush case. Whenever our hand touches, I could feel the tingling senstion in my body. Once when we were at fathe sagar , I just wanted that moment to continue hoping , it would never end. Then I realized, I was slowly falling in love with my best friend. Many times I tried to express my feeling but I was scared to imagine what would happen if ever I try to share my feeling & she think that am taking advantage of her, so I just kept my feeling hidden. We reached he age of 18 & I noticed that kyara grew lovely each day. My heart aches whenever boys glance her way. I want punch their nose as I watch them talking to her giving compliments, flowers & chocolate. There was many times I watches her with mixed feeling of anger & hurt because it hurts me so much that there so many things I wanted to tell her but I could not do so. Then one day I learned that she already had a boyfriend. At first I tried to convince myself that it was just a...