A Love 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 quite very quiet he would just listen what I to 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 were 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 is 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
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 problems 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 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.THE END
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lol i went back two times to see wut ur name wuz..hmmm yea when i read dis story i wuz crying n i wuz like i hope dis neva eva happens to anyone