Composition

Porque eu acabei gostando de como saiu essa composition sobre um ato de bondade hê

It was a hot February day and, as I walked down the stairs of my school, I could swear I saw the heat waves around me, warping and melting everything they touched. Although everyone everywhere I went was complaining about the heat, I must confess it was the last thing on my mind and the least of my worries as I gazed upon the white clouds drifting in the bright, blue sky. Classes had just re-started, and I already wished I could be far, far away from there.
In my holidays, I had met someone. All of a sudden, this certain someone became my most important person in the world. It was so clear that she was the only one for me. We were meant for each other. We both knew it, right away. I could still remember clearly all the afternoons we had spent together: the things we had found out in common, the kisses we had exchanged, the secrets we had shared... She was nothing like any person I had met before. She was charismatic, magnetic, electric, and everyone knew it. When she walked in, every man's head turned, everyone stood up to talk to her.
But as time went on, things got more difficult. We were faced with more and more challenges. In desperation, I begged her to stay- try to remember what we had at the beggining. But it was of no use. Somehow, I always got the feeling that she became torn between being a good person and missing out on all of the opportunities that life could offer a woman as magnificent as her.
That February day, I was sitting by myself, my mind lost in memories of better days. It was when I noticed someone standing beside me. An old friend of mine. He stared at me, with an obviously concerned look on his face, and asked "Are you alright?". I looked up at him, but could not bring myself to answer as I tried to prevent the tears from rolling of my eyes. In that moment, I had realized I had not been able to hide my feelings- he had seen right through me. He instantly hugged me tight, and I was left breathless. There were no words. But we had no need of those.