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A Sad
Love Story ::..
(Based
on True Story sent to me by Amelia Xiong)
It all started when I was 6 years old. While I was playing outside on my farm
in 22 California, I met a boy. He was an average kind of boy who teased you and
then you chased them and beat them up. After that first meeting in which I beat
him up we kept on meeting and beating each other up at the fence all the time
and we were always together. I would tell him all my secrets. He was very quit
he would just listen to what I have to say.
I found him easy to talk to and I could talk to him about everything.
In school we had separate friends but when we got home we would always talk
about what happened in school. One day I said to him that a guy I liked hurt me
and broke my heart. He just comforted me and said everything would be okay. He
gave me words of encouragement and helped me get over him. I was happy and
thought of him as a real friend. But I knew that there was something else about
him that I liked. I though of it that night and figured it was just a friend
kind a thing that I was feeling. All through high school and even through
graduation we're always together and of course I thought of it as being
friends. But I knew deep inside that I really felt differently.
On graduation night even though we had different dates to the prom I wanted to
be with him. That night after everybody went home i went to his house and
wanted to tell him that I wanted to see him. Well, that night was my big chance
and all I did was just sit there with him watching the stars and talking about
what his dream was. How he wanted to get married and settle down. He said how
he wanted to be rich and successful. All I could do was to tell him my dream
and cuddle next to him. I went home hurting because I didn't tell him how I was
feeling. I wanted to tell him so bad that I loved him but I was too scared and
frightened. I let my feelings go and told myself that someday I would tell him
just how I felt. All through college I wanted to tell him but he always had
someone with him.
After graduation he got a job in New York, I was happy for him but at the
same time I was sad to see him go. I was sad also because I didn't tell him how
I felt. But I couldn't let him know now that he was leaving for his big job. So
I just kept it to myself and watched him go on the plane. I cried as I hugged
him for what i felt was going to be the last time. I went home that night and
cried my eyes out. I felt hurt that i didn't tell him what i had inside my
heart.
Well, I got a job as a secretary and then worked my way to a computer analyst.
I was proud of what I had accomplished. One day i got a letter with an
invitation to a marriage. It was from him, I was happy and sad at the
same time. Now I know that i could never be with him and that we could only be
friends. I went to the wedding the next month. It was a big occasion. The big
church wedding and the reception at the hotel. I met the bride and of course
him. I fell in love one more time. But I held back so it wouldn't spoil what
should be the happiest day in his life. I tried to have fun that night but it
was killing me inside watching him being so happy and me trying to be happy
covering up my sadness tears inside of me. I left New York feeling that I did the right
thing. Before I left on the flight, he came running out of nowhere and said his
good-byes and how he was very happy to see me. I came home and just tried to
forget about what went on in New York. I had to go on with my life. As
the years went on, we wrote to each other on what was going on and how he has
missed talking to me. On one occasion he never wrote back to me at all. i was
getting worried as to why he hadn't written anything for a long time after I
had already written 6 letters to him. Well, just when everything seemed
hopeless and sad in my life, I got a note that said: "meet me at the fence
where we used to talk about things." I went and saw him there. I was happy
to see him, but he was broken-hearted and sad inside. We hugged until we
couldn't breathe anymore. Then he told me about the divorce and why he hadn't
written for along time. He cried until he couldn't cry anymore. Finally, we
went back to the house and talked and laughed about what I had been going to
catch up on old times. But in all of this, I couldn't tell him how I felt about
him. In the days that followed, he had fun and forgot about all his problem and
his divorce. I fell in love again with him. When it came time for him to leave
back to New York, I went to see him off and cried. I hated to see him
leave. he promised to see me every time he could get a vacation. I couldn't
wait for him to come so I could be with him. We would always have fun when we
were together.
On day he didn't show up like he said he would. i figured that he might have
been busy. The days turned into months and I just forgot about it. Then I got a
call one day from a lawyer in New York. The lawyer said that he had
died in a car accident going to the airport. And that it took this long till
everything was settled. It broke my heart. I was shocked about what took place.
Now I knew why he didn't come that day. Again, I was broken-hearted. I cried
that night, cried tears of sadness and heartache. Asking questions why did this
happen to a kind guy like him?
I gathered my things and went to New York for the reading of his will. Of
course, things were given to his family and his ex-wife. I finally go to meet
her since the last time we met at the wedding. She explained to me how he was
and how he always provided. But he was always unhappy. She would always try
everything but she couldn't get him happy, as he was that night at their
wedding. When the will was read, the one thing that was given to me was a
diary. It was a dairy that of his life. I cried as it was given to me. I didn't
know what to think. Why was this given to me? I took it and flew back to California.
As I flew on the plane I remembered the good times that we had together. I
started reading the diary and what was written. The diary was started with the
day we first me. I read on till I started to cry. The diary told of him saying
that he had fallen in love with me that day I was broken-hearted. But he was
too afraid to tell me what he had felt. That is why he was so quiet an liked to
listen to me. It told of how he wanted to tell me so many times, but was too
afraid to say anything. How the happiest time he had was seeing me and dancing
with me at the wedding. He said he imagined it was our wedding. How he was
always unhappy till he had no choice but to divorce his wife. How the best time
in his life was to read the letters written to him by me. Finally, the diary
ended when it said,
"today I will tell her I love her." It was the day he was killed. The
day I was going to finally find out what was really in his heart.
If you love someone, don't wait till tomorrow to tell him/her. Maybe that next
day will never come at all.
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