A Must To Read Love Story - john_rove@yahoo.com

Dear Friend,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This a great love story which proves how powerful love is yet people still try to control what they really feel... It’s ok to be afraid to love but don’t be afraid ok? Pass it to the friend you love, pass it TODAY, not next day or next week, tomorrow may be too late... Let them know that you love them…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As I sat there on our English class, I stared at the girl next to me; I used to call that girl 'bestfriend'. I stare at her long silky hair as it bounces on her seat and wishes she was mine...but she didn’t notice me like that.... after the class. She walked after me... she borrowed notes she had missed d day b4, I handled them to her... and she said 'THANKS and give me a kiss on the CHEEKS...' I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don’t want us just to be friends… but I am afraid… I didn’t know why?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sophomore years...., my phone rang... on the other hand... it was her.... she was mumbling and crying because her love that left her.... she asked me to come into their house and I did... in their house I sat on the sofa next to her... I stared at her dazzling eyes and wished she was mine… but she didn’t notice me like that and I knew it. After two bags of popcorns and one Drew Barrymore’s movie, I decided to go home.... before I leave... she come up to me and said... "THANKS for the care and comfort... and gave me a kiss on d cheeks..." I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don’t want us just to be friends… but I am afraid… I didn’t know why?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Junior years... it was our PROM night the next day.... at the locker she come up to me and said... " Ei, I have no date tom.... could you be my date?", since I have no date too and we have a promise during sophomore years that if anyone of us have no date then we’ll be the partner of each other… During the prom night, as I dance with her, I stare at her soft, red lips… and wished she was mine… but she didn’t notice me like that and I knew it. After the prom, I accompany her home… before she enter  the gate she hugged and kissed me on the cheeks, and said “I have a great night” and enter their house. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don’t want us just to be friends… but I am afraid… I didn’t know why?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It was graduation day… I stare at the girl, who used to be my ‘bestfriend’, I watch her as her perfect body float in the stage to receive her diploma. How I wish she was mine but she didn’t notice me like that, and I knew it. After the graduation, she ran up to me… hugged me and gave me a kiss on the cheeks as she said, “Thanks for being my real bestfriend” and she was gone. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don’t want us just to be friends… but I am afraid… I didn’t know why?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Years passed, months and days come like an autumn leaves… that time I sat on the pew of the church. That girl, who used to my ‘bestfriend’, is now getting married – to another man. I watch her as she exchange vow to her groom. Before she leave the church, she run up to me and hugged me tightly, “I’m glad you came” and gave me a kiss on the cheeks and she moved into her new life.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Now, I’m standing on the coffin of that girl, who used to be my ‘bestfriend’. I watched her coffin being buried as the priest read the diaries of that girl written during her high school life. This is what is written.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“I stare at the boy who used to be my bestfriend. How I wish he was mine, but he didn’t notice me like that and I knew it. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don’t want us just to be friends… but I am afraid… I didn’t know why? How I wish he would tell me.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I wish I did it… I told to myself and I cried…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

john_rove@yahoo.com - tiramizu06

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