This wasn't a fairy tale where prince charming saved his damsel in distress and they both lived happily ever after. It's quite the opposite, actually. No fairy godmother, no mysterious monsters lurking in the dark woods. Let's expand your knowledge and unlock the door into the world of reality. There's nothing much to see, just cars and people passing by. But there was something unnatural in this world called "Reality", and it's called high school.

If you walked into the hallway, you'd see me. No, I wasn't the cheerleader, not the quarterback. Ran over by the stampede, you'd find me, the geek, the nobody. You could say that this is going to be another cliché; a geek turned beautiful and became the envy of everyone. No, it's not that, but it is a cliché. You see; I have the greatest best friend in the world. He's just perfect; he's smart, charming, and artistic, everything I could've ever wanted. I wasn't pretty or had an hourglass body, not really the type that he'd fall in love with. He and I would forever stay in the friend zone.

He'd fall in love so quickly, and was unaware of how I feel. When a girl walked by him, he'd fall head over heels for her. He keeps complaining on how they never understood him. Once they broke his heart, he'd seek comfort in me. I wish I could be his girl; I couldn't stand how he and his new girlfriend, or should I say girlfriends, looked so happy and then she'd toss him away like an old magazine. There were the times that I wanted to say that I liked him or loved him, but I was scared. Scared that he'd not like me back, completely destroying our friendship.

Days passed by and still no progress. It's so hard trying not to kiss his lips. I remember I did it once; he was sleeping under the great oak tree. His head was on my lap; his sleeping face was so cute. I did it without realizing it, but when I did, I was so surprised at myself. By the time he woke up, my face was so red and I was so embarrassed, I couldn't talk to him for a week without turning red. I tried to hold back, but I knew I have to tell him soon. I just couldn't risk it; I loved him but I cherished our relationship more.

If you asked me if I liked him in elementary school, I would have disagreed strongly. I would say that he was just a friend and nothing more. You can say that over the past ten years, I finally realized my feelings. I don't how it happened, oh wait, yes I do. It was that one night at the park. My parents told me they were going to have a divorce. I was devastated, they tried to calm me down but I just couldn't. I ran to the closest park, just far away enough from my parents. Rain came pouring, but only tears were falling from my face. I crouched down and buried my head; I just wanted to be alone. I cried and cried; I was at my lowest point. Past my teary eyes, I saw a blurry shadow. It was him, my best friend; he sat by me and held me in his arms as I cried on his shoulder. He gave me a reassuring smile and patted my head; well you could guess that at that moment, I fell for him.

It's already senior year and I still didn't tell him my feelings. He looked so mature; he's so different from his freshman year. It was as if he was a different person. People say I've changed, but I feel the same. I guess I've changed my look. I changed my hair and the way I dressed, just the little things. They didn't treat me like a loser anymore, but he still treated me the same. I wondered why.

In two weeks, we were going to graduate and that was exactly when I want to confess. Time passed so fast as last minute assignments and graduation preparations piled up. It's the day before graduation; we were in the gymnasium setting up the banners and streamers. When all the work was finished, he took me home. On the way, I guess I dozed off, since it was so late at night. I felt something brush against my lips. The next thing I knew, I was at home on my bed.

Graduation was here, I had my cap and gown and he was sitting right next to me. He was always there for me. It seemed like time stopped but it finally broke as they called my name and handed over my diploma. I thought I had more than enough confidence to tell him that I loved him. There was a party afterwards, it was small just dinner at a really good restaurant. After the graduation party, I grabbed him by his hand and walked outside the door. I told him that I had something really important to tell him. I took a deep breath and, as soon as I opened my mouth, he kissed me. At first I was shocked and then I gave in and kissed him back. When he was done, he told me how he always loved me. I questioned him about his girlfriends and he replied how when he was with them they could never replace me. He hid his feelings for the same reason I hid mine. I told him my story of that rainy day and everything. We both laughed and kissed. After college, he took me to Paris for a little getaway. It was perfect; we fed each other crepes and viewed the greatest art pieces in Musée du Louvre. On the last night of our trip he took me to the Eiffel tower. The view was beautiful; the shining lights and a full moon above us. It was wonderful. Then he tapped me on the shoulder, I turned around, piano music in the background. He told me he'd love me forever and always, he got down on one knee and asked me to marry him. I was overjoyed; I leaped into his arms and say yes.