(I found this letter along the highway in Manabay, Ozamiz City. I am posting this letter for the readers to know and value the importance of expressing one’s love before it’s too late.)
Hello,
This is a great love story, which shows how powerful love can get, yet people still try to control how they really feel. Pass this to the friends you love. Not tomorrow, not next week but TODAY! The next day might be too late for you to say it. It’s okay to be afraid but you have to tell them how you feel before it’s too late…you need to tell your friends and let them know how much you love them, that’s true friendship. Enjoy reading this!
I was there in the English class staring at the girl next to me. She was my so-called “best friend”. I stared at her long silky hair and I wish she were mine. But she didn’t notice me like that and I knew it. After class, she walked up to me and asked me for notes she had missed the day before. I handed it to her, she 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 us to be just friends. I love her but I was too afraid and I don’t know why… Maybe I was just afraid that she doesn’t feel the same way before me.
11th grade, the phone rang, surprisingly it was her. She was crying, mumbling on and on about her love that 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, still wishing she were mine. After two hours, one Drew Barrymore movie and three bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep, she looked at me and said “thanks” and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want her to know that I don’t want us to be just friends, I love her but I was too afraid, and I really don’t know why.
Senior year, the day before the prom, she walked up to my locker, “my date is sick”, she said. “He’s not going”, well I didn’t have a date, and in 7th grade, we made a promise that if neither of us had a dates, we would go together just as “best friends”. So we did. Prom night, after everything was over, I was standing at her doorstep; I stared at her as she smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. I want her to be mine. She didn’t see like that and I knew it. Then she said, “ I had the best time, thanks” and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want her to know that I don’t want us to be just friends. I love her so much but I was too afraid and I really don’t know why.
A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could think, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel up on the stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine but she didn’t see me like that, and I know it. Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock hat and cried as I hugged her. Then she lifted her head from my shoulders and said, “ You’re my best friend, thank you so much” and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don’t want us to be just friends. I love her so much but I was too afraid and I really don’t know why.
I sat in the pews of the church. That girl was getting married. I watched and listened to her as she said, “yes, I do” and drove 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 know 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 us to be just friends, I really love her so much but I was too afraid and I really don’t know why…
Years passed, I looked down to 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 was what I read.
“…I stared at him wishing he was mine, but he didn’t see me like that, and I know it. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don’t want us to be just friends. I love him so much but I’m just too afraid to tell him and I don’t know why. I wish he would tell me that he loves me…!”
“ I wish I did it too…” I thought to my self and cried.
NOTE: Do your self a favor; tell him/her that you love him/her. Even if you don’t know how she’ll/he’ll react. Just let him/her know what you really feel for him/her, she/he won’t be there forever.
Hello,
This is a great love story, which shows how powerful love can get, yet people still try to control how they really feel. Pass this to the friends you love. Not tomorrow, not next week but TODAY! The next day might be too late for you to say it. It’s okay to be afraid but you have to tell them how you feel before it’s too late…you need to tell your friends and let them know how much you love them, that’s true friendship. Enjoy reading this!
I was there in the English class staring at the girl next to me. She was my so-called “best friend”. I stared at her long silky hair and I wish she were mine. But she didn’t notice me like that and I knew it. After class, she walked up to me and asked me for notes she had missed the day before. I handed it to her, she 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 us to be just friends. I love her but I was too afraid and I don’t know why… Maybe I was just afraid that she doesn’t feel the same way before me.
11th grade, the phone rang, surprisingly it was her. She was crying, mumbling on and on about her love that 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, still wishing she were mine. After two hours, one Drew Barrymore movie and three bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep, she looked at me and said “thanks” and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want her to know that I don’t want us to be just friends, I love her but I was too afraid, and I really don’t know why.
Senior year, the day before the prom, she walked up to my locker, “my date is sick”, she said. “He’s not going”, well I didn’t have a date, and in 7th grade, we made a promise that if neither of us had a dates, we would go together just as “best friends”. So we did. Prom night, after everything was over, I was standing at her doorstep; I stared at her as she smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. I want her to be mine. She didn’t see like that and I knew it. Then she said, “ I had the best time, thanks” and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want her to know that I don’t want us to be just friends. I love her so much but I was too afraid and I really don’t know why.
A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could think, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel up on the stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine but she didn’t see me like that, and I know it. Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock hat and cried as I hugged her. Then she lifted her head from my shoulders and said, “ You’re my best friend, thank you so much” and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don’t want us to be just friends. I love her so much but I was too afraid and I really don’t know why.
I sat in the pews of the church. That girl was getting married. I watched and listened to her as she said, “yes, I do” and drove 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 know 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 us to be just friends, I really love her so much but I was too afraid and I really don’t know why…
Years passed, I looked down to 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 was what I read.
“…I stared at him wishing he was mine, but he didn’t see me like that, and I know it. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don’t want us to be just friends. I love him so much but I’m just too afraid to tell him and I don’t know why. I wish he would tell me that he loves me…!”
“ I wish I did it too…” I thought to my self and cried.
NOTE: Do your self a favor; tell him/her that you love him/her. Even if you don’t know how she’ll/he’ll react. Just let him/her know what you really feel for him/her, she/he won’t be there forever.
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Fly me to the moon
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Fly me to the stars
apan dili ka-esplikar
In other words
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wa kaingon! pagkabasted, way sakit!
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