Strawberry Mark

I remember my childhood days. She was a charming girl knock-kneed. She had a mighty heart and always in a friendly manner. We grew up together like a one family. She was very fond of me and it was not love but very intimate. Nothing beyond true friendship and only a kiss I had but in a dream. One day she was worried about something. Never told the matter and I found a letter in my homework book. Dear N, I am very shy to tell this to you. I have a red birth mark in a secret place and it penetrates me. I dream that you are my future husband and I will show this to you one day. Definitely on our honeymoon. Oh! What a tragedy it was? Nobody believes this. She died in leukemia at the age of nineteen.