I was dying inside because certainly it was my last visit to his place. Tears swam in my eyes, but I did my best to hide them because that was the last 15 minutes to talk to him. It was 9:45 p.m., and the train was about to leave at 10:00 p.m. I never said anything as his happiness is much more important to me. In love, there is no compulsion, so I decided to set him free. I will never ever again to force him to marry me. I realized if the person never shows an interest in living with you, then there is no sense in forcing him to love you and marry you. This time I was trying to understand his point of view. For him I can sacrifice my feelings—any of them. I left him for his happiness, even though I am sad because I dreamt of my life with him. But its okay, I will manage. I will support him always in every aspect as we are still best friends. But I don’t know one thing, which is still annoying me a lot: What was the problem with me? Why did he never want to keep me in his life? Still, I feel like I am not beautiful, which is why he rejected me. All the same, so many questions were running through my mind. Surely it will take more time to cover up this emotion, may Allah help me to get over this. Why I love him, I don’t know. He never ever proposed to me but I loved him. Is a proposal very necessary to show your emotions? Anyway, I respected his opinion and sacrificed my feelings; his happiness comes first for me. I tried to hide my tears. I smiled, looked into his