One day in the café, Isra was very happy.
Laksh asked, "What happened?"
She smiled and said,
"I think I like someone."
Laksh felt something break inside his chest.
But he still smiled.
"Who?" he asked.
"There is a boy… he is very smart… very confident… not like other boys."
Laksh nodded and said,
"He sounds perfect."
That night, Laksh cried for the first time in years.
But the next day, he still went to the café.
Still helped her.
Still listened to her talk about another boy.
Because sometimes, loving someone means watching them love someone else.