sad...

2004-09-15T09:42:58Z

read this story my friend sent it to me..
its so true.. and so sad.. hope this never happens to any1...

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 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
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 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 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 obstacles of life make u a better person...ÜÜ

sad...