"Is their a place above heaven?" he asked gazing in her deep green eyes.
"I don't know. Why?"
Confusion was evident in her voice. Why did a fun loving boy like him suddenly start talking about heaven? What does he hide?
Thoughts played in her mind. But all of them were proved wrong when he replied.
"Because if love is destined from heaven, then there has to be a better place from where FRIENDSHIP originates," he said engulfing her hand in his.
Best friends were those rare jewels not found in any ore. They directly found a place in each other's heart and she knew he was there to stay for long.
***
I don't believe in friendship days.
Nor do I believe in friendship bands.
No.
Because I believe my friendship isn't that small to be bound in a day or by a band.
No.
I want my friendship to be like a story which would stay in the reader's heart forever.
It may end, but I'm sure it'd never die.
Never.
What is that thing which makes your friendship special?
