You, My Desk Mate

“Will you remember tomorrow the diary you wrote yesterday? Will you still think of the girl who used to cry the most? The teachers can no longer remember you, the one who couldn't figure out the answers...”

Familiar music played in my ears, and a familiar person came toward me. He held a bouquet of roses. “Hey, deskmate, will you marry me?” As I looked at his smile, tears streamed uncontrollably down my face. “Yes.” That was the sound of happiness.