"The best person you've ever met ?"

I have met different people in my life and I will meet many more in the future. I have traveled a lot but whenever I remember that girl sitting in the restaurant in that park waiting for her boyfriend, who will never come back, I get a strange feeling.

There was no other vacant table there so I asked her, "Can I sit here?"

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When she said yes, a strange kind of happiness filled me up. I was a little sad when she told me that she had come to meet her boyfriend, but he had gone back because he was waiting for her and she was late.

When she reached here, he spoke to that girl on the phone shouting very angrily and said that he was going back.

The girl said, "Sorry, I was late, because today all the metro trains got late and today there was a strike of buses, so they were not running. Look, I have brought something for you."

She kept urging him but that boy did not listen to her but left without meeting her. Now she was sitting at that table alone.

I could see tears in the eyes of that girl and I remembered the time when I myself had a breakup last week because my girlfriend thought my gift was cheap which I had gifted her on her 22nd birthday. It was the same park and the restaurant when she left my gift on the chair next to hers and went away.

In the story of that girl, I saw my own story in which a person returns home every day in the evening but one day he does not return home. This story conveys when suddenly the main character disappears. It seems like there was no evidence of that person in our life. As if they had never been anywhere around us. The stories as if nothing had ever been written on the paper.

Some of my experiences are so lovely that if I give them any name, they will become the most beautiful experiences in the world. If I could touch these experiences, I would feel that they are still alive. These experiences are like fine pieces of shining blue-red mica, just fallen from the eyes of an angel due to the breaking of my dreams.

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Today that girl is my best friend, and we both share our sorrows and pains with each other. Whenever I remember these experiences of mine, my memory becomes bright and light like the wings of the world's most beautiful bird white pigeon, or the dove, so light that that girl is now my best friend and best experience.

I used to think that beautiful things always flew away, vanished, or burned up. Some of our memories fly up to the first floor some up to the seventh, and some much higher than that, to the seventh sky but this friend of mine is always with me, even after so many years when we are both married but not with each other. This is the best of all the memories or the best person I have met so far.