Merged: All Love Stories

[okoy]

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murag man ug my bestfriend's wedding... kasakit........

[RainDrizzle07]

sos! makapang hupaw man sad ta.. ug ngano bitaw..

may nlng akong motto sa life is "express but don't expect"

mas maau jud ng makapa hungaw kaysa manghupaw..

ana lang ^_^

[msmhk]

ana jud na cya....

[Sandy_js]

it's just, they are not meant to be....

[prodigal_son321]

sayanga atong chance nga iya untang e sulti...

tsk tsk tsk...

[prodigal_son321]

lindot sad da...

[almostgwapo]

This is the complete story...


It all started when I was 6 years old. While I was playing outside on
my farm in 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. That only lasted for a little while
though. We would meet at the fence all the time and we were always
together. I would tell him all my secrets. He was very quiet he would
just listen to what I had 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 thought of
it that night and figured it was just a friend kinda 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 I was going to do and what he was going to do. I looked into
his eyes and listened to him talk 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 had 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 a long 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 and 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.


One 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 got 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 met. 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 and liked to listen to me. It told of
how he wanted to tell me so many times, but was too afraid to say
anything. It told of when he went to New York and fell in love with
another. 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.

[destinee]

hilak sad ta popcorn ani dah.. T_T

[RainDrizzle07]

express but dont expect

still my best motto.. ^_^

[Leartes]

maayoha niya mo ininglis oi...