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Inspired by this. I can never write anything like it, but I’ll do in my style!

You had never understood, or maybe never ever understand how much I missed you in my whole life. When I started noticing you, you may not have even knew about my existence. But I happened to fall in love with you! I’ve loved you all these years, and I always will. No matter what, I will always be in love with you.

Today, I got a call from one of my friends, who had always cared about me even more than you did. He asked me to forget you, as it seems the most impracticable relationship to work out, on earth. He asked me why I am so stubborn into this, wasting my life on an impracticable love.

But know, my dear, The answer is that I really don’t know! You were the first one I’ve loved in my life, and I don’t know why, I couldnot replace your face deeply etched on the walls of my heart, with any other. Believe me, I have tried it, more than once. Every time, I realised more and more certainly that, I cannot replace your role in my life, with anyone. Me, I may be an idiot, a stupid who cannot live in this modern world, a fool who always see unrealistic dreams. But believe me dear, I can assure you, no one have loved you as I did, no one have missed you as I did.

First, the pain was unbearable, the fear of losing you was killing me. But now, my dear, I’ve started enjoying the happiness in the pain, and of course seeking pleasure in living my life as a dedication to you, no matter what happens. I realised that I need permissions from you, our families, and the society, If I need to invite you to share my life. You know, that may not be a life full of joy. But now I know, I need no one’s permission to keep on loving you, loving you everyday more than the previous day. On this valentine’s day, dear, that, and only that, is my promise to you.

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Love is mysterious…

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.
I handed them to her.She 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.

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 home.
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:-

One fine day she walked to my locker.
‘My date is sick’ she said,
‘hes not gonna 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.
That 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.
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:-

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.

Marriage:-

Now I sit in the pews of the church.
That girl is getting married now.
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.

Death:-

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.

“HOPE ALL THE LOVERS WILL LEARN A LESSON FROM THIS STORY…”

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