The sunset

As I searched between the letters of my, before, loved one, I remembered those times, when together, we watched the sunset.

[We were young and we had plenty of time to expend, so we did not care wasting a few minutes holding hands, watching the sun setting below the horizon.
Everyday I took my bicycle and rode to her house, I knocked the door and when she opened I gave her the flowers I had picked on the way. Then she smiled, hugged me and kissed me, I told her to get on the back of my bike, and we left. We always went to the same spot, a perfect place we had found the day we met, it was next to the sea, and it had a great sight for when we wanted to watch the sunset.]

-Which one is it?- I asked myself while I read another letter that wasn't the one I was looking for.

[That day we went to the same spot as always. We knew it was going to be the last time we would be there, and so we stayed longer than ever. She was leaving, and didn't know when was coming back. I completely understood her, she needed to leave to fulfill her dreams of becoming an actress. The town wasn't big enough, and there was no theatre, so there were no hopes for her to succeed.
I was there when she left, she put her suitcases in the trunk of her dad's car, came to me, and kissed me in the lips as she had never kissed me before. She entered the car and left. When the car was not visible anymore, I started to cry, I took my bike and rode home. In my way I couldn't stop thinking about her and all the things that were not going to be the same: no more holding hands, no more kisses, no more sunsets, no more her.
I entered my house and went to sleep.
A few hours later I woke up feeling a little better, I took a paper and a pen, and began to write. That was going to be the first letter I would send to her, so I wanted not to show sadness, I didn't want her to feel guilty for leaving me, so it took me a couple of hours to know the letter was finished. I was going to send it the next day, so she wouldn't get the letter as soon as she'd enter her new house. I didn't want to look desperate.]

All those memories made me cry, although I couldn't remember exactly how it had ended

[The months passed and each week I had a new letter from her. She was so happy, she had entered a theatre school, and she was very enthusiastic. Her happiness, made me happy, but I still missed her.
I don't remember the exact date, but one day I met a girl from my school at my way home, and we started to talk. She was nice and pretty, I liked her. One day I asked her if she wanted to come with me to a special place. She accepted, and we left to the perfect spot. We watched the sunset and when we were going, she got close to me and kissed me. I hugged her and kissed her again. That was the first time.
I couldn't avoid the fact that I had kissed that girl. Somehow I felt guilty and in the next letter, I told her. ]

I still searched for her last letter, where she had told me I wasn't going to receive anymore letters from her. Even when I tried to remember the exact words she had used, the idea of her, saying goodbye, was clear in my mind.

[A few days after I got her response, she told me she was happy for me, and that it was the best thing it could had happened.
We continued sending letters to each other, she told me she was sad because she was not very good as an actress, but that she was going to try harder. I didn't told her what I though, but I knew it was because I had met another girl.
I met the girl almost every day, as I had done before with her. Almost the same routine as well, we watched the sunset, we laughed and kissed. It might had being monotonous, but it was great.
One night I wrote her a letter where I told her how much I missed her although I had a new girlfriend.]

-This is it- I though. -The letter I was looking for, was in my hand- I opened it and read it, but there was something wrong, the date was the same, but it wasn't as I remembered:

Dear Andrew:

I know you must fell odd, I hadn't met anyone here, but I can tell you, that those feelings you have are right. I had been with you for a long time, so it's hard to accept the truth.
I'm truly very happy for you ^^

Anna.

Not only she didn't seem very angry, as I remembered, but also she hadn't said goodbye. Something was wrong. I looked at the table where all the letters were scattered around and I realized: there was another one I hadn't seen. I took it and for my surprise, the envelope hadn't been opened. I turned it and read the only phrase that had been written by her "The last letter you will receive from me". When I read it, I remembered

[One day I received a letter from her, and when I was going to open it, I realized there was something else written in the envelope besides my address, her's, and all the other regulatory stuff from the post office. Just a phrase she had written, and when I read it, I knew it was over.]

Five years had passed since then, so I though it was time to know what she had written in the letter. I opened the envelope took the letter and read it:

Dear Andrew:

What is a really sad news for me, it might be of your linking. Do you remember I told you I wasn't good as an actress, but that I was going to try harder? Well it seems my professors though the same and so they told me I had to leave the school. Why are them good news for you then? well, somehow they are good for me as well, I believe. I'm going back! ^^
I can't wait to see you again, I know you have another girl now, but I will really like to meet you both, I wish she and I can be friends, wouldn't that be great?
I will be waiting for you (both of you, if possible) at our special spot, I hope you are not angry with me or anything, I want us to keep being friends.

Anna.

I couldn't believe what I read, I had been wrong, she came back and I didn't know.

[Her letter had broken my heart, she didn't want to write to me anymore. But I still loved her, I took the letter and saved them with the rest. I had been waiting for her answer, so I could write her back and tell her I was going to move a few blocks away from my house. To a bigger one, prettier and without my parents, but now, it was not possible.
Sofia came to my house, asked me why I hadn't gone to her's like I had always done. I explained the problem to her, and she seemed sad. -I knew you loved her, but now I realized how much- she told me. -We can't be together, is not right- she said and left.]

If I would have opened her letter nothing of that would have happened, I would have met her in our spot, she would have met Sofia and maybe they would have become friends.
And even without opening the letter, if I would have gone to Sofia's house and then to watch the sunset with her, I would have met Anna as well.
I went outside, took my bike and drove to her house, in the way I stopped to pick up some flowers, I hesitated and decided not to take any. When I got to Anna's house, I knocked the door I waited, she opened the door and stared at me for a while, then she invited me to came in. We went to the livingroom, she told me to sit in a chair, and went to the kitchen, she came back with a cup of coffee for me, and asked me how I had been. I explained her what had happened and asked her if we could be together again, as I hadn't stopped thinking about her. She told me she needed time to think,and went to her room.

And so now, I wait. I wait for her response, I watch the clock hanged in the wall: five minutes have passed. I drink more coffee and wait. I imagine all her possible answers, I try to prepare myself for her response. According to the clock: twenty-five minutes have passed. I drink my coffee and go to her room, it had been too long already. I knock the door and without getting any response, I open it, the room is empty. I look around and find an opened window, I take a look outside but there is no sign of her. I look at her bed and I find a letter, I take it, and start reading it:

Andrew

You made me a question and I promise you will get your so awaited response in five years.

Anna.

I leave her house, look around and don't find her. I take my bicycle and ride to the special spot, she's not there. I watch the sunset and leave, without knowing if I will see her again.