Life is just like a stage where we are actors. In this stage we play different roles in different times of our lives. With each role, we create stories. Some stories will always live with us, some die with time and there are some we want to tell it to the whole world His house was just in front of mine. Though we lived in same street we never had a conversation with each other. Actually he was a guy with whom I never liked to mess up. He had all the traits that I thought my dream boy shouldn't have. He was habituated to smoking, drinks, etc. He used to flirt with girls all the time. For me he was just a stranger living next door. We had our first talk that day when youths of our society organized a meeting for forming a youth club. In that occasion, he came near to me and flirted with me like he used to do with other girls. From that day I hated him more. I really didn't want to talk to him but I had to as we both were the member of the committee to organize the first picnic of our club. Anyway our conversation never went out of scope. On the picnic day, I saw a different personality in him. He wasn't like other guy who used to play cards and ask people like us to do the rest of works. He was helping everyone from cooking to dishwashing. For the first time in my life I thought he wasn’t that much bad too. From that day he became my friend. Like friends, we began to share our time. He always used to help me when I needed one. His friends started teasing him by my name. I hated that, but don’t know when I started to like those teasing but one thing was sure that I had started to love him. Then my mission began to change him. I told him to leave up smoking and drinking. After mainly threats he left his habit of smoking and drinking. My one dialog “I will never speak to you if…“would make him do anything in this world. I knew he loved me and perhaps he knew too I loved him but we never expressed our love to each other. One day from my balcony I saw him crying. I went to him and asked for the reason he was crying. He said nothing for a moment and at last he said that he was found HIV Positive. I said nothing and left him alone. I went to my room and cried for hours. Then I realized that I shouldn’t have left him alone. Next day I went to his house. He was talking with his mother. After seeing me he came to receive me and whispered in my ear not to tell it to anyone. I never told our secret to anyone but don’t know how others knew it. It began to spread like a virus. Soon everyone in our society knew about it. At that time, I always used to be with him, supporting him to fight the disease. One day my parents knew about his disease, and then they scolded me and asked me to stop seeing him. My mom even took me to the hospital too see if I too was a HIV victim. She was relieved when I was found clean. Then they forced me to go aboard for my further studies. I didn’t want to leave him like this but he wanted me to do according to my parents will. He asked me to forget him forever and live a new life. I went abroad, but I was never able to forget him. I always used to write long emails to him at least 4 times a week. At first, he used to reply my letters but later he stopped it too. He always asked me to forget him but my heart never allowed erasing him as he was my first love. I always wanted to say him “I love you very much” but just couldn’t do as I felt he would have interpreted it in other way. I just wished, I had said him long before he got sick. I always waited for his email but it never came. I knew the reason why he wasn’t writing to me. He wanted me to forget him and live a new life, but I never stopped writing to him. Finally after 4 month, in the New Year of 2005 he wrote to me to wish, Happy New Year. There were no other words apart from the good wishes for me in the email. Then again, he wrote an email after 4 months on April and this time to wish me “Happy Birthday”. In 2006 too I got similar mails on similar occasion. This year too I waited for mail but it didn’t came to me. So, I wrote this little story of mine and posted it in different websites. My dearest friend if you happen to go through this story, please write me so that I can assure myself that you are fine. I love you more then yesterday and less then tomorrow. I miss you so much my dear sweetheart. I know there are lots of people who know our story, if anyone of you happens to read this article please inform him to write me back and I would always like to pray for his health and the invention of the remedy that heals AIDS victims. Just i like to share..........................