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Monday, June 11, 2007

SUMMER!!!!!!
OMG! I'm so very very bored..and sunburnt...T^T...i had time to re-write this..i wrote it a long time ago for and english writing contest but, never turned it in....ah, well...

The Red Rose
Another day had gone by and she still hadn’t told him how she felt about him. She had come so close this time. They had sat for hours on the bus, laughing; joking. When he had finally fallen asleep, she wondered to herself, if she just leaned in, and kissed him, would he feel it? Instead she settled for just slightly brushing his cheek with the tip of her finger. He stirred in his sleep but, no reaction came from the sleeping loved one. Growing bolder, she traced the outside of his lips, feeling the heat of his breath warm against her skin. She took her hand back, scared someone might see what she was doing. It was dark on their part of the bus, but anyone could just happen to turn on the light, and then she would have a lot of explaining to do.
They were sharing her blanket, which seemed innocent enough, and she snuggled a little closer, so that their bodies were barely touching. With her free hand, she reached up and fingered the ring she wore that bore his name. It was a part of him she always kept with her.
Earlier in their conversations, he had begun to tell her about his girlfriend, and she had nearly cried. Turning away, she stared out the window. After awhile, he noticed her unusual quietness and wrote her a note, asking her what was wrong, even though he could’ve just said it. She replied that nothing was wrong, but a part of her was dying to scream, “Can’t you see? I’m in love with you!” But he would never be able to hear the whispers of her heart. And she would never tell him because her insecurity was bigger than her confidence. She knew she would never have a chance, and her heart broke every time he smiled at her because they would always be “just friends”. Would she ever gather the courage to look him in the eyes and tell him everything? Probably not but, for some reason, she would never let herself give up hope. Until now. She wrapped the blanket they had shared around her. His scent was still on it and she smiled. But it instantly disappeared when she remembered he would be leaving for a little while to go see the girlfriend he had left behind. Her eyes teared up and she threw the blanket from her, shivering in the cold. She walked to her desk and sat down to write.
“To whoever finds this first-
You are wondering why I did what I did, But I feel my reasons are just. If you ever knew how badly I hurt inside, seeing his face and knowing he would never return the way I feel about him, you would’ve wanted a way to stop the pain too. Being able to see his smile and not being able to stop yourself from wondering what it would fell like to have him wrap his arms around you and never let go. To have him tell you everything will be alright and say those three words; those three little but powerful words. How could I ever live knowing that the love of my life had already found his? For me, it was just too much to bear. If the one I love is reading this, please know that this is the only way I could bring myself to tell you. I love you. And I’m sorry for what I may have done to you.”

He laid the well worn letter down in his lap, tears streaming down his face. How could he have been so blind? Her parents sat in front of him, patiently waiting for him to finish reading. “I’m sorry,” was all he could say to them. How could he ever say anything else? He hadn’t known about the letter until after the funeral, when her dad had taken him aside and asked him to come to their house later. He had agreed, but now he was sorry he had come. He left, unable to look them in the eyes, because his guilt would overwhelm him. He drove around for a little while before he decided what he had to do. On his way, he stopped at a flower shop and bought a single rose. The lady at the counter smiled and winked at him, thinking of the wrong reasons, he guessed. He drove out to the cemetery and parked in the street, a little ways away from her grave. He walked until he stood in front of the statue of a beautiful, weeping angel. The statue fitted her perfectly, he thought to himself. He laid the rose at the angel’s feet and whispered, “I love you too.”

Yup..so very bored....
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