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Story worth read....
Lagi buka2 e-mail yang udah lamaaaaa banget... terus found a story.. yang udah lama terlupakan ama gw... Ceritanya... sedih juga sih menurut gw... Ini story dikirimin ama my dearest brother... yang sekarang udah ga pernah contact lagi ma gw... hmmmm... yah... untuk nginget my BROTHER, juz post this story...
As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so called "best friend". I stared at her long, silky hair, and wished she was mine. But she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it.After class, she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before and handed them to her. She said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
> >11th grade > >The phone rang. On the other end, it was her. She was in >tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked >me to come over because she didn't want to be alone, so I did. As I sat >next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine.After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep. She looked at me, said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
> >Senior year > >The day before prom she walked to my locker. "My date is >sick" she said; he's not going to go well, I didn't have a date, and in 7th >grade, we made a promise that if neither of us had dates, we would go >together just as "best friends". So we did. Prom night, after everything >was over, I was standing at her front door step! I stared at her as she >smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. I want her to be mine, >but she doesn't think of me like that, and I know it. Then she said "I had >the best time, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell >her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her >but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
>Graduation Day > >A day >passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could blink, it was graduation >day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel up on stage to get >her diploma. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't notice me like that, >and I knew it. Before everyone >went home, she came to me in her smock and >hat, and cried as I hugged her. Then she lifted her head from my shoulder >and said, "you're my best friend, thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. >I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just >friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
>A Few >Years Later > >Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girl is getting >married now. I watched her say "I do" and drive off to her new life, >married to another man. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn`t see me like >that, and I knew it. But before she drove away, she came to me and said >"you came!". She said "thanks" and kissed me on the cheek. I want to tell >her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her >but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
>Funeral > >Years passed, I >looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my "best friend".At the service, they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years.This is what it read: >I stare at him wishing he was mine, but he doesn't notice me like that, and I know it. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love him but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. I wish he would tell me he loved me! >I wish I did too... I thought to my self, and I cried. > > >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u >i love u
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Ne-Fe . Thursday, August 05, 2004 @ 8:38:00 pm |
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