I was a witness of this event.

It was many years ago.  I was a witness of this event. I was in a room. The space of it was not very big but there was a vast wardrobe, a small sofa and two armchairs.   I was sitting in the corner between the wardrobe and the wall and thinking about my life, my problems and my future.  I didn’t want to speak about it and I didn’t want to see someone because everyone asked me “Why are you so sad? Today is a St. Valentine’s Day. You should be happy”.  So I did not want to hear such words.  But suddenly I heard the steps. In the room appeared two people. They didn’t saw me. They spoke about nothing and I didn’t listen to them but unexpectedly the girl said:

“I'm always here for you”. The boy answered lifelessness

 “I know”
Girl: What's wrong?
Boy: I like her so much.- I caught my breath. I was afraid that they would find me.

Girl: Talk to her.
Boy: I don't know. She won't ever like me.
Girl: Don't say that...you're amazing.
Boy: I just want her to know how I feel.
Girl: Then tell her.
Boy: She won't like me.

I didn’t feel my lags, but I was afraid to move a little. Oh, I wanted satisfy my curiosity so much. Actually, I thought that boys are not speaking about their feelings with girls.    
Girl: How do you know that?
Boy: I can just tell her...
Girl: Well just tell her.
Boy: What should I say?
Girl: Tell her how much you like her.
Boy: I tell her daily.
Girl: What do you mean?
Boy: I'm always with her...I love her.
Girl: I know how you feel. I have the same problem...but he'll never like me.
Boy: Wait. Who do you like?
Girl: Oh, some boy.
Boy: Oh, she won't like me either.
Girl: She does.
Boy: How do you know?
Girl: Because who wouldn't like you?
Boy: You.
Girl: You're wrong. I love you.
Boy: I love you too.
Girl: So are you going to talk to her?
Boy: I just did.

They started kissing. I was crying. Their love was so easy, touching and at the same way so difficult. There are so many people who just afraid to tell the truth. And they are living with different people without emotions and love.  And the reason is so painful, the unrequited love is cruel.