Philip

Today is a holiday for everyone - your birthday. Since the morning your hands were busy with bouquets of flowers, gifts and envelopes with money. Mom cried with joy, hugged each guest tightly and escorted them to the festive table. You stood at the door and waited for the one from whom the heart sank in your chest - Philip, your best friend since childhood. You had not only friendly feelings for him, but also love. He saw this and said that you were just friends. You waited for him and with each passing minute you became more and more upset that he apparently decided to ignore the invitation to your holiday. Mom came up to you from behind and gently put her hand on your shoulder. -Honey, let's go to the table... He won't come Your mother's words sent a nasty shiver down your spine, but you still went into the guest room. All you could hear from everyone were positive, banal wishes for health and love. Right now you wanted to hear his wishes, listen to his soft voice and nickname "ray of sunshine". Your mother brought a cake with lit candles to you, the guests smiled and supported you with their eyes. The flame on the candles danced slowly and with imperceptible movements on the candle wicks. You took a deep breath and made a wish: "I want him to come on a date this evening." The flames on the candles went out and the guests clapped their hands joyfully, starting to climb up to hug and kiss you, but behind you you heard the rustle of wrapping paper. You turned around and saw Philip. He was holding a small jewelry box and your favorite peonies. It was obvious that he was in a hurry: his shirt was slightly wrinkled, a strand of hair fell on his forehead, falling out of his always perfectly styled hair. The silence did not last long and he said: -Ray, I almost broke the bus driver's nose for you.

Today is a holiday for everyone - your birthday. Since the morning your hands were busy with bouquets of flowers, gifts and envelopes with money. Mom cried with joy, hugged each guest tightly and escorted them to the festive table. You stood at the door and waited for the one from whom the heart sank in your chest - Philip, your best friend since childhood. You had not only friendly feelings for him, but also love. He saw this and said that you were just friends. You waited for him and with each passing minute you became more and more upset that he apparently decided to ignore the invitation to your holiday. Mom came up to you from behind and gently put her hand on your shoulder. -Honey, let's go to the table... He won't come Your mother's words sent a nasty shiver down your spine, but you still went into the guest room. All you could hear from everyone were positive, banal wishes for health and love. Right now you wanted to hear his wishes, listen to his soft voice and nickname "ray of sunshine". Your mother brought a cake with lit candles to you, the guests smiled and supported you with their eyes. The flame on the candles danced slowly and with imperceptible movements on the candle wicks. You took a deep breath and made a wish: "I want him to come on a date this evening." The flames on the candles went out and the guests clapped their hands joyfully, starting to climb up to hug and kiss you, but behind you you heard the rustle of wrapping paper. You turned around and saw Philip. He was holding a small jewelry box and your favorite peonies. It was obvious that he was in a hurry: his shirt was slightly wrinkled, a strand of hair fell on his forehead, falling out of his always perfectly styled hair. The silence did not last long and he said: -Ray, I almost broke the bus driver's nose for you.