This is not really mine, but i would just ike to post it. I wanted that those who will read will be touched by the story same as it touched me.
THIS IS NOT ORIGINALLY MINE, BUT I HOPE YOU LIKE IT. :)
THE DIARY
I suppose it all started when I was thirteen years old.
I was playing on the outskirts of our farm, just near the fence, when I met this boy. He was just an average fourteen-year-old kid who had moved to that part of the province after his parents bought the farm next to ours. But he was also aggravating and was the type who would tease you and provoke you to chasing him and beating him up.
And I did beat him up that time. But after that first meeting, we kept on teasing and provoking each other on that same place and more than once laugh about it. it lasted only for a little while though.
Since then, we would always meet at the fence and we were always together. He was a very quiet guy, very opposite to my talkative character. He would just sit there and listen to every word I say. I found him easy to talk to and told him all my secrets.
At school, we had different cliques we hang out with but when we’re home, we always talked about the things that had happened in school. One day, I said to him that a guy I liked broke my heart. He just comforted me with a tight hug saying, “Everything’s gonna be okay.” He gave me words of encouragement and I easily got over the guy.
All through high school and even during our graduation, we were always together and of course, I thought of it as only being friends. But something in me felt differently.
On our graduation night, though we had different dates to the ball, I really wanted to be with him.
That very night, after everyone else went home, I went to his house to tell him I wanted to see him.
That night was my chance to finally tell him everything but all I did was sit beside him and gaze at the twinkling stars while he kept telling me about his dreams of settling down, getting married and being successful.
That night, I went home with my heart downcast because I didn’t tell him that I loved him, even with the opportunity presenting itself. I was too scared to tell him my feelings and said to myself that someday I’ll tell him how I really felt for him.
All through college I wanted to tell him but he was always had someone with him. After graduation, he got a job in the big city. I was genuinely happy for him but at the same time, I felt sad to see him leave without telling him how I felt. I kept it to myself and watched him tearfully as he boarded the plane. I had hugged him for perhaps the last time.
I went home that night with a heavy heart and cried myself to sleep. “I didn’t even tell him I love him!”
0.o
Well, I got a job as a secretary and worked my way as a computer analyst and I am truly proud of what I have accomplished.
One day, I got a letter inviting me to a wedding. You could say my heart literally broke in two when it had his name written on it as the groom. It was really sad knowing that I could never be anything else to him but a friend.
Naturally, I went to the wedding. It was a grand garden wedding with such beautiful scenery as its background.
I met the beautiful blooming bride, of course, and I talked to him like everything was so ordinary and my heart wasn’t aching. I fell in love once more but I held it back because it might spoil the evening.
It was killing me seeing him so happy and I just had to cover up my sadness. Besides, it was partly my fault for not saying anything to him, right?
I left the next morning with the feeling that I did the right thing. But before I boarded my flight, he came up to me and said his goodbye, hugging me close and telling me he was very happy to see me again.
I came home and tried my best to forget everything. I should move on with my life just as he had with his. But it was a wonder why it took me so long, why for me it was so hard.
As the years went by, we continued writing to each other about what’s being going on and how much we missed each other.
On one occasion, he never replied to my letter. I got worried when he didn’t even write back after I sent six letters.
But just when everything seemed hopeless, I received a letter from him that said “Meet me at the fence where we first met.”
I went there and saw him.
He was heartbroken and looked haggard and his eyes were full of tears.
I hugged him tightly like I never wanted to let go.
Then he told me about his divorce, why he hadn’t replied for a long time.
He cried so hard, my heart went out to him. It was pitiful how his married life turned out like this. Once again, I had the urge to tell him I love him. But it wasn’t the right time.
Then he had to go back to the work he left. I hated seeing him leave. We always had fun when we were together. But he promised to come over whenever he could.
One day, he didn’t show up like he said he would. I figured out that he was busy coping up with his work and that he might be busy with other things.
Days turned to two months and I just ignored it.
Then I got a call from a lawyer saying that he died.
0.o
He had died in a car accident on the way to the airport and that it took this long to settle everything.
It crushed me.
It practically took the life of me.
I cried like I’d never cried before.
Why did this happen?
Why him?
Did God hate me that much?
Then, we were called for the reading of his will.
His ex-wife was there. I got to meet her again since the first time at their wedding. She explained to how well he provided her with everything. But he was always unhappy. She tried everything but she couldn’t get him happy, like he was at the night of their wedding.
The will was read.
Of course, everything was divided among his family and ex-wife. The only thing I was left with was his diary.
As I read it on the plane home, I remembered the good times that we had together. I was started on the first day we met years ago. I started to cry.
The diary said that he had fallen in love with me that day I was heartbroken by a schoolmate I liked. But he was too scared to admit his feelings for me. Just as I was scared to admit mine for him. Ironic, isn’t it?
That was why he quiet and liked to listen to me.
The diary told of how he wanted to tell me so many times, but fear got the better of him. It told of how he fell in love with another girl while working in the city—how the happiest time he had was seeing me smiling and dancing with me at his wedding—how unhappy he was ‘til he had no choice but to divorce his wife—how the best time in his life was to read the letters from me.
Finally, I came to the last entry of the diary. It said “Today, I will tell her I love her.”
It was that fateful day he was killed in the accident. It was the day I was finally going to find out what I really meant to him. It was the day we were supposed to finally end up happy in each other’s arms.
~fin~
