The Saddest Story Ever

The Saddest Story Ever

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 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're 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 problem 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 diary 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 with 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.
If you love someone, don't wait till tomorrow to tell
him/her. Maybe that next day will never come at all.