A misunderstanding-draft one

In everyone’s daily life, there must be have misunderstanding. When I was a senior high school student, I had a very close friend, Henry, who had crush on one of my classmates, Michelle. Since Michelle live pretty close to me, Henry asked me to help him. Consequently, I started picking Michelle up on my way home to school and walking her to home every day to tell her what a wonderful person Henry was. To my great surprise, Michelle didn’t feel as interested in Henry as she was in me. Henry started to hold grudge against me for he was convinced that I was doing everything I could to damage his reputation.

Of course, I feel the gap between Henry and me was wider afterwards, but honestly speaking, there was nothing I could do about that. Feeling horrible, I couldn’t help but wonder what I’d done to deserve this.

Losing a beloved friend meant the world to me because I’m the only child in my family. But later on, I realized that I remained calm and benevolent and did nothing harmful. It was Henry’s loss if he thought I was the one playing the nasty tricks behind his back.

Years later, Henry and I talked this over and became close again. And I am so convinced that I should be proud what I have always been.