Here is a essay written by a 16 yr old teenager. After I read it, I was touched. Hope you guys will feel the same way.. =)

Shirley sounded flurried and I was surprised. She wanted to see me immediately. I wondered why. I reminded her that it was 10pm. It made no sense to want to see me at that time, but she sounded really down. I reminded her that the next day was a working day. She was silent for a while and then told me that she was going to ‘Starbucks’ anyway and I could choose to come or not as I pleased. She was the woman I admired in my life, so naturally I went. I had always admired her from afar. In truth I worshipped her but dare not approach her. I did not even think I was good enough for her. I loved her too much to even dream that she be a little interested in me. She deserved a better man. I slipped on my T-shirt and dashed off.

She was already there when I arrived and drinking her mocha. I ordered one too and joined her. She gave me a sad look and then dragged her chair closer to me. I could see that she was about to confide in me. I was nervous. “ I love someone,” she whispered. My heart sank as any hope I had sunk. I looked at her with pretended concern and forced a smile. “But he does not know that I exist,” she whispered. I shook my head in pretended sympathy. Then she sipped her mocha slowly. I went into a long lecture telling her how wonderful she was and how probably not worthy of her if he did not know she existed and so on and on. She nodded again and again but did not look up. She sat looking down with her head in her hands. I was little surprised, because she has always struck me as a strong person who was a master of her feelings.

I was in a sorry situation and felt very stupid. The girl of my dreams was actually in front of me and confiding in me and I was actually consoling her about her inconsiderate lover! I felt like getting up and running. If not for the fact that I did not want to be known as a poor loser, I would have left. Seeing that she was probably not listening to a word I was saying, I stopped talking. Then after a full five minutes she looked up at me. She looked so sad. “ How do you know he does not care for you?” I asked kindly as I could manage. She looked at me and her eyes teared; then she stood up suddenly. “Because. If you did care you would not have forgot that today was my birthday, you moron!” she shouted.

My throat went dry as whet she meant hit me. I looked around at the dazed faces. Cups of coffee were stopped in mid sip as dozens of pairs of eyes glared at us. I looked back at my companion and saw her making for the door. I ran after her and laid my hands on her shoulders. “I… do… care,” I stammered, “ I just dared not tell you.” She turned and looked at me. I saw a cheeky smile appearing in the corner of her lips. “Happy Birthday,” I whispered. “Who cares about birthdays?” she whispered and leaned forward. I hugged her and held her close. “ Happy Birthday,” I whispered again as a warm tingling sensation filled my entire being.