Sad [伤心]


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. I
wished 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 the notes she had missed
the day before, and I handed them to
her.She said ‘thanks’ and gave me a
kiss on the cheek. I wanted to
tell her. I wanted 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. It was her on the
other end. 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, a
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.

12th Grade…

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. 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. A week passed. A
month passed. 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
she 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. She 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 pass, and I looked down at
the coffin of the 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
were 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.

xxx

1 of the chain mails received. thought i’ve heard it, and read it somewhere long forgotten in the past, reading this story still reminds us all of the regrets we had.

then again, we are generally fallens of such. =X

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看起来好像很近。。。

其实是那么的远。。。

就让它越来越远吧!

反正,都没有人认真、用心去看清楚过。

and so, those that have their own were pretty happy about it. those who didn’t their own, had to share a bit. they shared with those who had their own. clearly, no one was happy about it. no zeal at all.

at least, those who has to share had moderate joy. until the owner came hunting.

rats. darts. dragons. sharks. fishes.

okay, he wants his own too.

and he continues to dream on. and sulks. for he is a big kid without his own

and today, we learn a new understanding.

xxx

the ones who talks major about virtues have, essentially none of it.

period.

xxx

we are pretty sure that the story of the boy and his writings on stones and sand. how he records his sorrows on sand and joys in stone. he believes that the waves will wash the writings in stone away, while the writings crafted in stone will withstand the tides of time.

can his highness record his new understanding in sand?

perhaps he already has.

xxx

still most humans, even eves are disappointing. adams are worse.

all that are trustworthy are prob the sun, the moon, the stars, the rockets, the boys and the cats.

period.

and suddenly, the dreamings came back to haunt.

– was at some party

– saw her

– something happen. he was there for her. and something happen

– something blossom, something he wanted for a long long time. every1 left e party. she walked us all out to some bridge. she said bye to everyone. to him, she said “you ah, better call me”. he smile when the others asked what happen

– on another night, every1 was sitting at some beach. she was dozing off. and didn’t move. all he could remember was holding her corpse? real tight.

and the BLOODY alarm clock rang. when he woke, he was holding his pillow real tight.

xxx

a dream tt came true only in the dreams?

some stuff just never get forgetten even when we move on.

his royal highness is impressed with himself.

total chaos, and he has a poker face. he even grinned.

crap.

xxx

went to the top of rooftop and look down. everything seem pretty small from the top. it’s surprising how big we think we are. yet we’re really puny.

walked across the road when the traffic was red. and he walked really slowly, till he was in the middle of the road and paused. the cars moving towards him seem to get bigger over time. so does the bonks, dongs, sounds that gets louder. calmly, he walked across the road.

played with the samurai sword at home. it’s a min version as compared to the real thing. don’t ask why the sword made it through the customs at the airport. something so sharp and so small can actually dice up someone pretty badly. wonders how it would feel slicing though the body. he fingers around it, and place it back on the stand.

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