1. 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.
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.
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 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
Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girl 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.
Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girl 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 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 my self, and I cried.
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 my self, and I cried.
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2. “Meeting you was fate, becoming your friend was a choice, but falling in love with you was beyond my control.”
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3. If I could be any part of you, I’d be your tears. To be conceived in your heart, born in your eyes, live on your cheeks, and die on your lips.
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4.
Did you ever fall for someone you know you shouldn’t?
Try hard to fight your feelings, but you just couldn’t?
You fall deeper with each passing day,
But try to hide it in every possible way.
He’s only a friend, and nothing else–
That’s the lie you keeping telling yourself.
You keep on saying he’s just a bud,
But deep inside, you’re falling in love.
You get so giddy when you meet his eyes,
But keep reminding yourself it isn’t right.
A simple glance turns into a stare,
But you pretned that you don’t care.
It’s “not right” for you two to be.
Is that why you hide it so no one can see?
But how long will you pretend?
Keep lying that he’s just a friend?
Perhaps your feelings you can never show.
Perhaps it’s “wrong” for him to know.
Your friendship can’t be risked over this,
So being his girl is an impossible wish…
- Momei Qu Try hard to fight your feelings, but you just couldn’t?
You fall deeper with each passing day,
But try to hide it in every possible way.
He’s only a friend, and nothing else–
That’s the lie you keeping telling yourself.
You keep on saying he’s just a bud,
But deep inside, you’re falling in love.
You get so giddy when you meet his eyes,
But keep reminding yourself it isn’t right.
A simple glance turns into a stare,
But you pretned that you don’t care.
It’s “not right” for you two to be.
Is that why you hide it so no one can see?
But how long will you pretend?
Keep lying that he’s just a friend?
Perhaps your feelings you can never show.
Perhaps it’s “wrong” for him to know.
Your friendship can’t be risked over this,
So being his girl is an impossible wish…
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5. I love you not because of who you are, but because of who I am when I am with you.
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6. Love is giving someone the power to destroy you…but trusting them not to.
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7. Love is patient, love is kind and is not jealous; love does not brag and is not arrogant, does not act unbecomingly; it does not seek its own, is not provoked, does not take into account a wrong suffered, does not rejoice in unrighteousness, but rejoices with the truth; bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never fails.
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8. Loving someone doesnt need a reason. If you can explain why you love someone, its not called “Love”… its called “Like”
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9. “My friends are always telling me to move on, to give up. But why? Why should I? They don’t see you the way that I see you. They don’t look into your eyes and see the world. Why would they understand? They can’t possibly imagine what it means to look at your best friend and see all their hopes and dreams come true. I wish for once, just once, they could walk a mile in my shoes. But they wouldn’t need to walk that far, they would just take one step and suddenly, they would take back every bit of ‘getting over you’ advice they had ever given me and realize you’re my life, you were meant for me, and that moving on or giving up is simply not an option.”
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10. Love is when you can’t be apart from someone for too long…you’re always thinking of them, and when you’re with them you never want to say goodbye. Love is far from simple. It’s quite complex. It’s a mix of about everything. It’s sadness, joy, passion, hatred, excitement, it’s almost every feeling you can imagine and more. You know love when you find it, it’s that person that when they smile it brightens up your day, you can’t stop staring at them for fear of losing them, they’re always on your mind, you daydream of being with them, even if they’re less than 20 feet away…and you can’t stand it when they’re not with you, the worst feeling you could ever feel is when you know that person you love is not with you…you can’t tell when love will happen, you just know when it does, that moment when you first lay eyes on that person, and you never want to look away…that is love. Nothing less.
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11. Someday someone might come into your life and love you the way you’ve always wanted. If your someday was yesterday, learn. If your someday is tomorrow, hope. If your someday is today, cherish.
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12. WHAT IS LOVE?
Love is a slow kiss goodnight, It’s anticipation.
Love is flirting outrageously and still remembering that the person at your side is not obligated to do anything, It’s respect.
Love is an imperfection in your self not bothering you, it’s acceptance.
Love is passing up an opportunity because the time isn’t right yet, It’s patience.
Love is a back massage that starts above the hairline and ends around the insoles, it’s exploration.
Love doesn not have to say, “lets make love,” because you know what the other person wants, it understands.
Love is being given an honest chance to say no when you thought you were committed, it’s consideration.
Love is both of you remembering protection, it’s responsibility.
Love is saying the perfect phrase to make a solemn embrace dissolve into giggles, it’s humor.
Love is being told “stop and I’ll kill you.” It’s desire.
Love is reviewing the damage to your living room and realizing personal effects are strewn in a clockwise pattern from the front door the to bedroom, it’s abandonment.
Love is seeing what your love really looks like for the first time, it’s truth.
Love is knowing what time it is and not caring, it’s joy.
Love is the arms around you tightening their embrace, it’s ecstasy.
Love is seeing a new side of a person you thought you knew, it’s renewal.
Love is telling a person if you have to leave, you will let them sleep, and being told they would rathr be woken, it’s tenderness.
Love is waking up to find the subject of the dream you were having asleep on your shoulder, it’s where fantasy meets reality.
Love is being there to wake your lover slowly, it’s sensuousness.
Love belatedly knows why you bothered to buy a queen-sized bed three years ago, it’s practicality.
Love is two people only taking up a third of a queen-sized bed, it’s closeness.
Love knows you gave the extra set of keys to your apartment to the right person, its trust.
Love is saying good-bye and knowing you will be back by mutual consent, its faith.
Love is stretching your arms and discovering the real meaning of the word “sore” it’s a lesson in human frailty.
Love is opening your medicine cabinet finding your tube of toothpaste turned into a pretzel, it’s adaptation.
Love is sitting at the window, looking out and remembering who you were with the night before, it’s reflection.
Love is hearing the weather forecast for a winter storm and wishing you could spend it in bed with your lover, it’s loneliness.
Love is stories that will never be told, it’s personal.
Love is a slow kiss goodnight, It’s anticipation.
Love is flirting outrageously and still remembering that the person at your side is not obligated to do anything, It’s respect.
Love is an imperfection in your self not bothering you, it’s acceptance.
Love is passing up an opportunity because the time isn’t right yet, It’s patience.
Love is a back massage that starts above the hairline and ends around the insoles, it’s exploration.
Love doesn not have to say, “lets make love,” because you know what the other person wants, it understands.
Love is being given an honest chance to say no when you thought you were committed, it’s consideration.
Love is both of you remembering protection, it’s responsibility.
Love is saying the perfect phrase to make a solemn embrace dissolve into giggles, it’s humor.
Love is being told “stop and I’ll kill you.” It’s desire.
Love is reviewing the damage to your living room and realizing personal effects are strewn in a clockwise pattern from the front door the to bedroom, it’s abandonment.
Love is seeing what your love really looks like for the first time, it’s truth.
Love is knowing what time it is and not caring, it’s joy.
Love is the arms around you tightening their embrace, it’s ecstasy.
Love is seeing a new side of a person you thought you knew, it’s renewal.
Love is telling a person if you have to leave, you will let them sleep, and being told they would rathr be woken, it’s tenderness.
Love is waking up to find the subject of the dream you were having asleep on your shoulder, it’s where fantasy meets reality.
Love is being there to wake your lover slowly, it’s sensuousness.
Love belatedly knows why you bothered to buy a queen-sized bed three years ago, it’s practicality.
Love is two people only taking up a third of a queen-sized bed, it’s closeness.
Love knows you gave the extra set of keys to your apartment to the right person, its trust.
Love is saying good-bye and knowing you will be back by mutual consent, its faith.
Love is stretching your arms and discovering the real meaning of the word “sore” it’s a lesson in human frailty.
Love is opening your medicine cabinet finding your tube of toothpaste turned into a pretzel, it’s adaptation.
Love is sitting at the window, looking out and remembering who you were with the night before, it’s reflection.
Love is hearing the weather forecast for a winter storm and wishing you could spend it in bed with your lover, it’s loneliness.
Love is stories that will never be told, it’s personal.
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13. Laugh when you can,
apologize when you should,
and let go of what you can’t change.
Kiss slowly,apologize when you should,
and let go of what you can’t change.
play hard,
forgive quickly,
take chances,
give everything
and have no regrets.
Life’s too short to be anything…but happy.
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14. Although you may not love me, although you may not care. If you shall ever need me, you know that I’ll be there. Your love may all be taken, your heart may not be free, but when your heart is broken, you can always lean on me. I’ll never stop loving you, I know because I tried. All the oceans in the world, can’t hold the tears I’ve cried.
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15. Have you ever wondered which hurts the most: saying something and wishing you hadn’t or saying nothing and wishing you had? I guess the most important things are the hardest to say. Don’t be afraid tho tell someone you love them. If you do they might break your heart… but if you don’t,you might break theirs.
Have you ever wanted to love someone with everything you had, but that person was to afraid to let you? Too many of us stay walled up because we are to afraid to care too much… for fear that the other person does not care as much, or at all.Have you ever denied your feelings for someone because your fear of rejection was too hard to handle? We tell lies when we are afraid…afraid of what we don’t know, afraid of what others will think, afraid of what will be found out about us. But every time we tell a lie… the thing we fear grows stronger.
Life is all about risks and it requires you to jump. Don’t be a person who has to look back and wonder what they would have, or could have had. No one waits forever…
What would you do…
‘What would you do if every time you wanted someone they would never be there?
‘What would you do if you best friend died tomorrow and you never got the chance to tell them how you felt?
‘What would you do if you loved someone more than ever and you couldn’t have them?
‘What would you do if everytime you fell in love you had to say good-bye?
When you love someone say it. Say it loud. Say it right away, or the moment just passes you by and you may never get the chance again.
People live, but people die.
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