.Friday, February 20, 2009 ' Friday, February 20, 2009 Y
Hello everyone. It's been long since I last post my blog. So here I am. There were too many things that happened since I last post. I don't wish to explain. Just one thing, I wanna thank usamah(my handsome sir) for the valentine's day gifts. I know that there were other girls who got the same, like the jelly flower, and almost all of them were done and given by zul. The difference bout mine was, it was being done and given by usamah. I'm not sure if mine was the only one or if there are some others done by him too. Nvm I'll ask again. Whatever it is, it's the thought that counts though. Other than that, thanks for the 2 sweet chocolate and strawberry cupcakes. It was nice. (Dah puji bnyk2 ni, jgn kembang k) but I'm saying the truth. :)
Here's one love story I searched that really touches my heart:
10th grade
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 isn'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
That girl is getting married now. I watched her 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 myself, and I cried.
After reading this, I felt like crying. If I'm in the girl's position. I might have married to another man. But I'll regret for my whole lifetime for not confessing to the guy I love most. Now I know that being secretive isn't as beneficial as I thought. It will only cos me and him to regret, and I don't want to.
"Let me love the guy I love most in my life, don't make me regret and don't separate me from him cos there isn't any other guys who passed in making me fall for them. Not even one in my life except for him. He passed. I admit I do love him. I'm just too shy, I don't know why."
- Athirah
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