under the acacia tree

When I get to see or encounter this kind of tree, my mind would immediately inoculate the moon, the stars, and the dark blanket of space into my eyes and show me two persons devoured by a scarce illumination overhead. I knew these two persons well--- a girl and a boy. I knew that the boy had been so earnestly in love with the girl for four whole years, and it was only in his fourth year that he earned the enough courage to say to the girl the love that he had been nurturing for that span of time. And so he wrote a letter and put all his hidden emotions into that letter including the hope taht he relied on about the return of the girl for his love. His plan was set on a night, and that was the night taht goes back in my mind everytime I cast a look at an acacia tree. On that night, the boy felt a great happiness, that I am sure he will cherish forever. They stayed under the acacia tree while merrily talking with each other. I can see the happiness painted on their faces as they were exchanging golden words. The boy was a very good friend of mine. And as I can see that he was possessed by an extreme happiness, I was happy too. Because at last, that friend of mine had talked with that girl about the love that had sprouted in his heart since he had first met her. That was how I meet an acacia tree before another night came and change the way I encounter that kind of tree. On that same tree where my friend and the girl he had been in love with for four years were talking, I saw another friend of mine talking with another girl he fell in love with short time after he knew her. This boy is also a very good friend of mine, and, as a friend, his happiness should also bring happiness to me. But in trying to answer the question why this second night under the same acacia tree changed the way how I encounter this tree, it is because I was also in love with the girl he was talking with on that night. Both of us were in love with one girl at the same time. As I was looking at them talking seriously under the acacia tree, I felt hatred pushing my heart down. I felt I could crush my teeth into pieces due to the ire that I was feeling on that night. And now, everytime I encounter an acacia tree, I would always recall two different nights--- two nights that made me happy and the other angry.