Category Archives: Romantic Stories

FAIRYTALES DO COME TRUE | GBAMLOG.COM

By Kimberely & Brandon

I worked as a photographer for a company contracted in Florida who owned various restaurants. One night, I was sent to greet the guests coming in the restaurant before they were seated. I had just worked at another location and I was extremely tired. It was a couple of days before my 22nd birthday and my co-workers were planning a party.

As they were giving me the details of the agenda, a gentleman who was a seater at the restaurant caught me yawning and came up to me and said, ” you really shouldn’t do that, it hides your wonderful smile.” When I heard him say that I melted.

After my shift was over and I was walking out of the area, I was talking to my boss and he came up behind me and threw his arms around me and jokingly told her that I was dating him. I thought that was so cute and the funny thing was is I didn’t even know his name. As Iturned to leave, I handed him my cell phone number and left.

I didn’t hear from him for 2 days. I had given up all hope and thought that it was another “dud”. But he was the only thing that was on my mind for the next couple of days.

At my “surprise” birthday party, he popped up and gave me a big hug and then asked me to date him. Of course I said yes and we found out that we had so much in common. It was like I was Cinderella and he was Prince Charming. ( I know, as sappy as it sounds , it’s really true!)

After a few months of dating, he and I moved in together and he asked me to marry him! We still haven’t set the date but everytime I’m with him, it’s truely like living a true fairy tale!

Advertisements

Reality Romance: MY ONLINE LOVE | Gbamlog

By unknown

One September morning I sat down in front of my computer and there was an instant message on my screen. The gentleman left me a message after he realized that I had stepped away from my computer. He told me a little about himself and asked if I could do the same by sending him an email. I didn’t respond, no reason in particular.

The very next day around the same time he instant message me again. Once again I was not there in front of my computer. He told me that he saw me in a chat room a few nights ago but couldn’t get nerves up to speak to me. He said it was my profile that intrigued him. But by the time he made up his mind to speak to me, I left.

This time I did respond to him. I never told him my name but I did thank him for all his kind words. Later that day he caught me online and we chatted. I learned that he was in the military due to retire in three months. Over the next few weeks we communicated with each other via emails, online chats and phone calls. The second day that I had spoke with him, I knew he was special.

Within a month we fell madly in love with each other. He had planned to come see me when he retired, there was talk of him relocating to the state where I lived.

Then one night he told me that his stay in the military had been extended and he was told his unit will be sent to Iraq. Neither one of us could believe this. He told me that if I wanted to end our relationship, as strange as it would sound, he would understand. He thought it was unfair of him to ask me to wait only God knows how long. But because of the love I had in my heart for this man, I stayed.

Hear we are, eight months later still seperated by distance, but more in love with each than we ever thought possible. The way things look, we may not see each other for months to come. But every day that passes is one closer we are to being together. We plan to marry once all this is over. This man has became a part of me, he completes me in every way possible. We both were afraid in the beginning because of previous realationships. Neither one of us was willing to risk the heartache. But we could not stop what was there…Love.

To An Unexpected Love | GBAMLOG

By Mickey and Penny

I had been separated for awhile and my Stepmother bought me a membership to a Shag Club here in town so I decided to go one night since I had also been taking shag lessons, but was not interested in meeting any men at all.

I walked in the door and my StepMother introduced me to this man named Mickey who told me he had just started taking shag lessons and asked me to dance so I did even though I really didn’t want to.

But much to my surprise he was a really good dancer so we really hit it off and began talking. He asked me how old I was and I was 33 at the time and then he procedded to tell me he was 50 and had three kids which I about fell over because he didn’t even look 40 to me.

I had decided then that I really didn’t want to have anything else to do with this man, but a slow song came on and he asked me to dance and once we started dancing my heart started beating 90 miles an hour. His moves made me weak.

We then met at the club that following Friday and hung around each other and then he finally asked me out for coffee which we went to the Waffle House and that is where it all began. We talked for hours and really got to know each other better and I knew then I had feelings I had never had before. The next week he came to my house and that was the night I fell in love and we have been together ever since.

We will be celebrating our 2 year anniversary on May 25, 2004 and this was a very unexpected love that neither one of us was looking for but we are so glad we found each other. I love him with all my heart!

Reality romance: TRUE LOVE AT 16. by. Serena Van Schraik | GBAMLOG.COM

I didn’t expect to find my true love when I was 16 and I definitely didn’t expect my friend’s brother to be my true love. In fact, when I found out James was moving down to Vancouver from Ontario, I figured we would just be friends. I had already met him, a few months before, and while I had felt some little spark of recognition at the time, I didn’t think anything of it.

I was 16 after all and dating was the last thing on my mind. In fact, I was adamantly against it.  Oh sure, I had dated a few boys over my teen years but I found dating had more headaches and pressures than I cared to have at that age so as my seventeenth birthday loomed a few months ahead, I was enjoying the last year and a half dateless.

When James arrived, he simply moved into my life without even a hint of upset.  He was there to walk me home when I left my friend’s house and he was there when I needed to talk to someone.  In the mornings, he would walk me to school and as he wandered away, I felt upset that I wouldn’t see him for the whole day.

It often felt like I had known him forever and I found myself looking forward to seeing him, something that was so unusual for me.  In addition, I felt completely at ease with him and I didn’t feel pressured or like he was simply waiting for me to give in and start dating.

I found that it was easy and for the first time in a very confusing childhood, I didn’t have to pretend or act happy when I wasn’t.  I didn’t have to hold back on my opinions or pretend to be something I wasn’t.  I was me, in all my opinionated, strange and dark way.  I could laugh without being scared to do so and more importantly, I could cry and actually explain the reason why I did.

It was a wonderful experience for me, and I cherished the friendship that we were building in such a short time.  But it was just a friendship, I had told myself.  I mean, who finds their true love at 16?

As summer quickly shifted into fall, I realized that I had feelings building for James.  We didn’t talk about them, we talked about everything else but what was happening.  The days became crisp and the leaves began to change, a vivid color display amidst the evergreens.  And then one day, I looked up at him as he slipped his fingers between mine and I knew this was the man that I loved.

Panic seized me.  I was 16, how could I know what love was?  I was 16 but I knew without a doubt that I wasn’t the right person for him.  I panicked, and I fled the next day, telling my friend that I couldn’t see him anymore. I told her that I wasn’t right for him, wasn’t the best person for him and I was too confused, too immature, had too many problems to date anyone, let alone him.

She looked at me, wrapped her arms around me and said, “I think you need to tell James, not me.”

II didn’t know what to say, what to do.  Everything was too new and too overwhelming but eventually I agreed to let her talk to him for me.  Later that evening, I met with him and he simply shared the space.

We didn’t talk, he didn’t accuse me of anything or tell me I was being childish.  We sat there in silence and I simply enjoyed his closeness.  Finally, he looked at me in his quiet way and smiled, his brown eyes warm as he said, “None of it matters to me. Only you matter to me.”

I think it was his eyes that convinced me enough to stay and we simply enjoyed each others company until it got late and I had to go home.  When I closed the door after he left, I knew that I didn’t have to leave, didn’t have to panic.  I had found someone that understood who I was, no matter how strange or complicated I was.  I knew that I had found someone that I could love without being afraid to love.

The next day I saw James, and the day after that, and the week after that.  The days flew into weeks, the weeks into months and then finally  the months into years.  We didn’t rush into anything but we were married when I was 21 and now at the age of 33, I still look into his brown eyes and see the quiet man that he is.  I see my heart and I know that, despite all the odds, I found my true love at 16 and I look forward to spending the rest of my life with him.

EROTIC ROMANCE: THE LOVER by Verline Seremy | GBAMLOG.COM

Facing my bedroom window, I wait. “Soon he will come,” I think
aloud. “Yeah, he will be here.”

Nevertheless, as I continued to reassure myself of the latter, something at the back of my mind was telling me otherwise. “What if he doesn’t come? What if he doesn’t want me anymore?”

Unable to stand the unknown, I walk over to sit at the foot of my bed with a heartfelt sigh. And once again, I wait. It is but two minutes to midnight and yet I am already burning for him. Slowly my body temperature rises. I can feel tiny drops of sweat drip through the crevice between my breasts. This sweet seducer of my dreams is finally a reality. No longer do I imagine the feel of his hands caressing the length of my person nor do I lick my lips in hope that I might taste the juices of a kiss that never was. For when he touches me and stakes his claim, we join together in a sensual dance of lovemaking. Rather than individuals competing in a game of possession, we are one soul riding in a quest towards utter fulfillment.

Trapped in my state of reverie, the realization that I am no longer alone takes a moment to dawn on me. The sensation that I am being watched sends chills running through my spine. I look over towards the bedroom door. It was him. And there he stood, a work of art. My Achilles’ heel. So perfect that no amount of words could even begin to do him just.

At about 6 feet 2 inches, my Adonis had an amazing allure that could turn any sane women’s head. Not to mention that he looked damn good in silk pajama bottoms. With a broad chest and an undeniably muscular physique, he made my mouth water. His face was even more captivating. My lover had the perfect bone structure with a stern square jaw to match, a straight nose, and the most inviting, yet kissable lips. His eyes were the color of deep, rich chocolate that I, on a number of occasions, found myself wallowing in. And to top it all off, he was blessed with a radiant skin that looked and tasted like the delectable flavor of Hershey’s chocolate. He was gorgeous.

Appearing out of nowhere, like he always did, he gazed all over the length of my person. It was a look that spoke of pure hunger. As if he were a ferocious wolf on the hunt and I, a gentle rabbit that would be his prey. A wicked grin slowly begins to spread across his face. The smirk both stated yet challenged. He was willing to play the cat and mouse game because, in the end, he knew there would only be one victor. Him.

As he walks toward me I realize that he carries one, long stemmed, red rose. “For me?” I purr, reaching out to take the flower. Shaking his head “no”, he moves the rose out of my reach and hides it behind his back, never taking his eyes off of me. It was part of a game we played. Never did we open our mouths to verbally speak to one another, but rather leaving it up to our eyes, minds, and bodies to do our talking. The sensations were both exciting and erotic at the same time.

All of a sudden, before I know it, I’m laying flat on my back. At this point he is just a few inches away and yet that is still too far. I can feel his warm breath against my face and his strong body half sprawled over mine. I want more. Suddenly nothing mattered, but him, I, and this moment. Taking his head in between my hands, I bend his head down until his lips gently touch mine. In that sweet yet brief contact, I feel a jolt of energy pass between us. We look into each other’s eyes and everything seems clear.

Palming his head once more, I kissed him as if my whole life depended on it. As our tongues intertwine in a battle of wills, I am breathless.

“Touch me, tease me, and show me” I cry. And that is exactly what he does.

Quickly striping each other of our clothes we jump into bed and under the covers. And this time he lies between my thighs. Then taking the rose in hand, he gently trails it down my head, nose, and lips with small kisses to follow. But he doesn’t stop there. Down my neck, between my breast, and lower the rose goes and still more hot trails of kisses follow.

I’m going crazy with need. I want more and more and more. He caresses me, teases me, and showers me with love and tenderness. But once again I want more. I feel like I’m going to shatter into a thousand pieces if he doesn’t fill me fast.

“I want you now,” I cry. “Please,” I beg, not waiting for him to answer before pulling him astride me. “Come to me”.

Then to my shock he answers me with a “Yes” and fills me over and over again. He takes me to heaven and back and heaven and back in a climax so powerful, it works the depths of my soul. As he takes me to unknown heights, I think to myself I am in heaven.

*******

Suddenly, I awaken. I am alone. Where is my lover? Where has he gone? Has he left? Why do I still have my nightgown? Then something dawns on me. A wicked grin slowly begins to spread across my face. I say to myself, “Mmmm…what a nice dream.”

THE END

ROMANCE REALITY:- HEART BREAK OF A DIFFERENT KIND  by Stukaps

I stared silently at his picture. Laughter surrounded me as I remembered that I was in public. My focus returned back to the picture and my heart clenched some more. Squeezing my eyes shut, I locked my phone, trying to ignore the ache in my chest – right where the heart was ought to be.

I couldn’t get upset in front of my friends. I couldn’t show them that I was broken and miserable. I needed to put up a good face to save my dignity. So, that was what I did. I smiled and I laughed. And everyone around me smiled and laughed too. The only difference? I was certain that I was the only one who was faking it.

It had been a month since the fight. A month of anger and resentment. A month of hope that maybe, maybe he would text me first this time. Maybe, he realized that he missed me, and would drop everything and just call me. That was all I wanted from him. A call. A text – something that showed me that he still cared. That I meant something to him.

It wasn’t long before I was dropped home by my friend. She knew something was wrong. She could actually feel it. She didn’t question me as she dropped me off. She just smiled.

Once inside my room, I let out a huge sigh and slumped back onto my bed. My phone pinged, signalling that I had a text. With a smile, I opened it, hoping that it would be him. It wasn’t. It was Gavin. Gavin and I had become pretty close since the last month. As much as I hated to admit it, Gavin was my rebound. He kept me sane, plus he helped me get through with it.

A familiar pang set in as I returned to the earlier picture. Scott’s hand was over another girl’s shoulder, their heads touching. I mentally scoffed at their picture. He hated taking pictures. Especially selfies.

I scrolled down, reading the caption as my heart clenched some more.

“When you meet someone new and immediately click. New bestie for life.”

My teeth clenched as I found my throat hitched. I had known that scum for five years and never once did regard me as his bestie. Letting out an annoyed sigh, I angrily double tapped the post before locking my phone.

I rolled to my side, angry tears running down my face. Maybe that was all I needed. A motivation – a force telling me how our friendship just wasn’t going to work out. Maybe this was the end. I will just have to learn to live with it.

REALITY: DIARY OF MY TRAGIC LOVE by Thirteen Revenge13 | GBAMLOG.COM

What can I say about a girl I loved since I was ten… that I love the way she laughs at me when I commit mistakes, the way she fusses over silly things and even the way she cries over some sad silly late night show…

She was my best friend and I have known her since we were small. She knew all my secrets, which reveals my feelings for her, that I love her not only because she’s pretty and smart but also the way she laughs at everything and the way she sees life and love. I could still remember the first time we met; I was five years old then. It was one windy afternoon having no one to play with except for my best friend, Troy. He and his family just moved out to a neighboring state at transfer because his father got promoted. And so I climbed up our tree house, I saw a moving truck coming down the street. I watched it approaching and noticed a family station wagon following it. It stopped in front of the house and out came a family. I was about to glance away when came out the loveliest girl I’ve ever seen.

She was four years old that time but then even at an early age she was a beauty. She had long curly hair, which reached almost to her waist. She had fair complexion and eyes which could make a man lose his heart into them. I continued to watch her when suddenly she looked up and saw me watching them in the tree house window. I was about to duck when she smiled and waved her hand. I waved back and then watched in amazement as I saw her running towards the tree house. So I went to the edge of the ladder and said, “Would you like to come up?” she answered, “May I?” So I help her climb up and when she reached the top she then turned to me and said, “By the way, my name’s Sam, what’s yours?” I answered, “My name is Christopher but then you can call me Chris.” She smiled and said, “Well I like your name. Hey your tree house’s neat!” then I replied, “Thanks! Troy and I made this. This used to be our hide out. We used to goof around, play ball and go biking together. He was my best friend and I kind of miss him you know.” She smiled and said “I’m here now, we could do things you do with Troy and I could be your new best friend too. I never had a boy for a friend before so it could be exciting to have one. I could learn how to play ball and I have my bicycle so we could go biking together. Now how does that sound to you?” I smiled and said, “Well that sounds good enough.” Then she held her hand and said, “It’s a deal then!”

So that’s how it started. So we became best friends and it was kind of strange at first for she was a girl and there are things which I was little bit hesitant to indulge her like catching frogs, swimming in the lake and climbing trees, but then she tried and did everything just to please me. There was even a time when she fell off the bike trying to catch up with me in a race we had and I was the one who bandaged her scraped knee. I could still remember the time when she hit the window of our neighbor when we were playing baseball and it was I who talked to Mr. Chambers and promised to pay for the damage, which meant having to loose a week’s allowance. I remembered the time when I fell off the tree when I tried to rescue a little kitten because Sam was near to tears when she saw the helpless kitten trapped in a branch. I even fought with the tough guy when they teased Sam and made her cry and I ended up having a black eye and a bruised cheek. I remember Sam crying as she placed an ice bag over the damaged eye and later gave it a get-well kiss. I did everything to please her and gave everything her little heart desires.

The lake was our favorite hang out. We had our Saturday swim routine. We would pack food and later eat them under the big oak tree. There was a special branch in which the two of us could sit together and tell each other’s dreams. She dreams of being a Ballerina and she knows my dream of becoming a doctor. She never laughs at my dreams and pursuits even if they were quite impossible. It made me like her even more.

As years went by, I noticed that my feelings towards her were slowly changing. Somehow, I thought it was just a simple crush case. But when I started thinking about her at night, dreaming of her and having the feeling of wanting to be with her all the time, I thought it was something different, something that made me feel strange, but then it was exhilarating feeling. It made me feel so alive. Whenever our hands touch, I could feel the tingling sensation in my spine. Once when we were at the lake having our Saturday swim routine and as I carried her towards the water edge, I had the feeling of not wanting to let go. I just wanted that moment to continue hoping it would never end. I then realized I was slowly falling in love with my best friend.

Many times I tried to deny the feeling for I was scared to imagine what would happen if ever I’d try to tell her how I feel about her. I was scared because she might think that I’m taking advantage of her and our friendship. I was afraid of losing her so I just kept my feeling hidden.

We reached the age of fifteen and I noticed that Sam grew lovelier each day. How my heart aches wherever I see boys glance her way. I want to punch their noses as I watch them talking to her giving compliments, flowers and chocolates. There were times when I watch her at a distance with mixed feelings of anger and hurt! Because it hurts so much to know that there were so many things I wanted to tell her but then I could not do so. There were so many presents which I long to give her but then I could not for she might see me only as a friend. I was also scared of letting her know how I feel about her as much as losing her.

Then one day, I just learned from a friend that she already had a boyfriend. At first, I tried to convince myself that it was just a rumor. Her boyfriend was Mark, a popular senior, who was the heartthrob of the campus. She, being the cheerleader was close to the basketball team to which Mark was the captain. When I saw them walking together at the parking lot that afternoon, I watched her with my heart slowly breaking into pieces. I saw her wave at me but I just pretended not to see her for I was scared that she might see in my eyes the pain I’m feeling inside because of seeing her with another guy. Those days that followed where the saddest days of my life. How my heart aches when I see her walk by me with him at her side. Every time we meet in hallways and I see him around her, there’s a feeling inside me that makes me want to grab her away from him. How it hurts to see the girl I long possess was now owned by somebody else. That special smile I long for her to cast on me was now casted on him. As she passes by me she doesn’t know that I whisper the words “God how I love you.”

Then one faithful day they broke up. She came too me that evening crying on my shoulder. They had a big fight and it ended up with their break up. Mixed feelings were scaring me inside. I was happy because she was free and maybe I would have the chance of telling her my true feelings for her but then I was feeling so bad because she is crying her heart out just for him. At that time, I was not quite sure of what I wanted to do.

So we found ourselves doing what we did in old days with our Saturday swim routine, spending time in our tree house. We still enjoyed doing childish pranks for we still are both young at heart. So many chances I had for me to confess my feelings for her but still I couldn’t bring myself to her for I was scared of losing her once more. I once lost her, now I could not bear of losing her again by telling her, “I love her”. So I just kept my feelings even if it was bursting to be expressed from my aching heart.

It was a week from our JS Prom, we were seated at the branch of an oak tree drying ourselves after our afternoon swim when she said, “I was wondering Chris if you would like to be my partner?” It just got out of my wits for it was like a dream I never thought would happen. It took me awhile to answer her, “I thought there are so many boys who would die for you to be their partner?” So she turned away and quietly said, “Well I just thought I would like to spend that night with my best friend.” Then she continued in a whisper I could barely hear, “Don’t you want to die just like them to be my partner Chris?” I was too stunned to speak for it came close for me to blurt my feelings for her. We… we’re silent for a while until I finally whispered, “I would be happy to be your partner Sam. “The she smiled and suddenly kissed my cheek. I could hardly contain the joy I felt that time. I saw her turned red and bowed her head. Suddenly she stood up and run towards the water saying, “Last one to reach the water treats to sundae fudge!”I ran slowed up so that I would lose which meant having to have her with me for another three hours or more.

Our Prom night came. I bought a new tuxedo and poured almost the entire bottle of perfume. I went to fetch Sam. Sam’s mother greeted me and I went to sit in the living room waiting for her to come down. I was talking to her father when I heard her say, “How do I look?” I look up and saw her lovelier than ever in a strapless white dress with her hair flowing around her face. I stood up and opened my mouth but found out I could not find my voice. Then I got her hand shakily fastened the corsage around her wrist and whispered, “To the loveliest girl in the whole world.” She then asked, “Is that true?” I nodded and she smiled and I smiled back then I turned to open the door for her. When we arrived at the gymnasium we hardly recognized our classmates. Gone were the jeans and T-shirts. They were replaced with tuxedos and gowns. Then I held out her hand bowed and said, “Would you give me the honor of your first dance?” She laughed and curtseyed. Then I led her to the dance floor. It was like a dream coming true, a moment of enchantment. I was there dancing with the only girl I ever loved. She was smiling up to me, as we were slowly moving in a smooth gliding motion. I found myself lost as I stared down to her sparkling eyes. The curls of her long hair were like waves enhancing her beautiful face. There were so many things I wanted to tell her that moment. I wanted to tell that she was the most beautiful girl that night. I wanted to tell her that she would always be the beacon of light in my darkness, but what I wanted to tell her the most was that I love her. I drew up all my courage and bent to whisper it in her ear but suddenly the music stopped and the magic was gone. I came close to telling her, but still haven’t done it.

We walked towards the table and found ourselves surrounded by friends. I asked her if she wanted a drink, she nodded and so I went to get one. It took me a long time to get one and when I returned to our table, she was gone. I asked her friend, Katie, where she was but she told me that she doesn’t know. So I went to search for her. As I was searching for her, I reached the garden. There I saw two silhouette figures outlined by the moon’s silvery light. They were so close to each other that I could never describe the feeling I had when I recognized the white dress that Sam was wearing that night. I just turned and left the gymnasium.

Since that night, I avoided her. Many times she tried talking to me but I never gave her the chance to do so. I was afraid to hear her say that she loves Mark and not me. I would rather have left in ignorance of her true feelings for me than to hear from those dreaded words and feel my hope crush and my heart break. I didn’t return her calls. I would not see her if she comes into our house. In the hallways, as she approaches I would go to another direction. It also hurts to do those things but then I thought that was the best way to forget her. Those months were tormenting but still I kept my pride.

The day of our graduation came. I was planning to take up medicine at a neighboring state and was to move out the next day. As the program ended, she approached me and handed me a rose. As she stared at me, there was something in her eyes I couldn’t describe. There was sadness in them and when she smiled it wasn’t the same smile she had. I wanted to hug her at that moment, tell her that I love her but then she turned and walked away from me.

So I moved out the next day as I planned. Luckily, I was accepted at the university. I concentrated with my studies but still I think of her at night. I was always wondering if she thinks of me too. I tried hard not to think of her but still I could not stop myself from loving her. Each achievement I have was done for her. I thought that if I will be successful one day, I would be able to tell her that I love her and by that time, I’m worthy of having her.

It was a year after our graduation when I decided to return home and see her again. I thought a year is too much for me not to see her and during the past year I felt like a person lost in the desert and only the sight of her could quench the thirst I have inside. As I got off the plane, I went home directly, desperate to get to her house desperate to see her, to hug her. Then I would tell her that I missed her and that I have loved her for a long time. This time I am determined to let her know my true feelings for her and I could not contain anymore the love I have for her. I reached their house; I saw her elder sister and I approached her. I smiled at her but I noticed she didn’t smile back. I was confused for she used to be a cheerful lady just like my dear Sam. I then asked, “Hi Jen! I guess you’re surprised why I’m here. Well I just want to visit you and I was also hoping to see Sam. I kind of miss her you know. Mmm… by the way have you seen her?” All I saw was sadness in her eyes as she replied quietly “Come follow me.”

I was confused with the way she’s acting but still I followed her. As we were walking, I was trying to indulge her in a conversation but she just answered my question briefly. Then I realized that she was leading me to the direction of the lake. It was still the same as I left it, with the same oak tree, Sam and I used to climb up. I smiled upon remembering the kiss Sam gave me when I agreed to be her partner. It’s been one of the happiest days in my life and I realized that I missed Sam more than I thought. Then Jen stopped walking and pointed to the tree. She then whispered, “There’s Sam.”

I looked at where she was pointing and saw a newly dug tomb with the name of the girl I ever loved. I could not believe at what I saw and desperately tried convincing myself that this is all just a nightmare and I would soon wake up. I stared at Jenny in disbelief with her eyes searching for explanations and she slowly started saying, “It has been a week since she died. She died of Leukemia, but even though she was sick, she never stopped thinking about you. It was even your name she uttered before she died. She asked us to bury her here for she always regards this place as a place of LOVE. She said that this is where she had spent the happiest days and that was when she was with you. By the way, she also asked me to give you this.” She handed me a parcel and with that she left.

I slowly opened the parcel and saw that it contained the dried orchid from the corsage I gave her for our prom. Then at the bottom I saw a letter. It was dated last month. I opened it with shaking hands and started reading……..

******************************

I know… by this time you read this letter I’m gone. I just want to tell you that I feel very lucky and thankful to God that I had a friend like you. I would also like you to know that I had left something inside, something I kept from you all these years. I love you Chris, not in a friendly way but as one who would feel like spending the rest of my life with. I have always loved you even from the start. I guess it just bloomed each day that’s why the happiest days of my life was… when you were by my side. You just don’t know how I dreamed of you at night and wake up in the morning and dream no more for you were with me. When you were away, I can’t stop crying because I was afraid to think that you are with another girl. I just can’t bear to see you with another girl. I just want you all to myself. I may sound selfish but that’s how I feel.

Each time, you held me close to you, was like a dream coming true, for to be close to you and feel your heart beating next to mine was like heaven. So many things I did so that you will learn to love me but I NEVER saw a hint. I did everything to please you because I love you so much that I even tried to fool myself that you’re in love with me too. So many nights I’ve cried when I think of myself unloved by you. Well you might think that what I’m saying are lies but, I tell you, my heart speaks the truth for I cannot bear telling a lie to the one I love. I know you might be thinking of Mark; but I just did that to make you jealous, to make you see me as a young woman, capable of loving and not as the little girl you used to play with. Sometimes I imagined that you were jealous and fooled myself that it was a sign that you feel something for me too. When Mark and I broke up and I came crying, I just did that to know… how you would react and with that I’ll know that you love me too. But I failed for you didn’t give me any clue. When our prom night came, you just don’t know how happy I was when you handed me the corsage and saying that I was the loveliest girl in the whole world. While we were dancing, I wanted so desperately to hear you say that you love me too but you NEVER did. When Mark came and pleaded me to give him a second chance, I was scared that you might see us talking. I didn’t want you to get the wrong impression so I told him we would talk in the garden. There I explained to him that it’s you whom I really love.

What happened next was that I found you missing and later learned that you were searching for me, I just concluded that you saw us together. The next day, I tried to explain but then you never gave me a chance to do so. You continuously avoided me and never knew how much pain I’ve experienced that time. I felt the world crushing on me. In our Graduation day, when I approached you, I wanted to tell you… how much I loved you but I decided that I just couldn’t do it. I could not bear to hear that all you feel for me is just brotherly hand of love. For I want you to love me as a woman and not as a girl or playmate. So I just turned away and left.

Now that saying I LOVE YOU might be too late, but still I want you to know that I will always love you and my heart has always been and will be yours alone.

P.S.: Think of me sometimes… and always remember that loving you was the best thing that ever happened in my life.
************************************

I felt my tears falling as I folded the letter. I wanted to shout out to let her know that I love her, if not as much, but more than she did for me. I love her more than anything in this world. I knelt touching the soil of her grave and rain started to fall. I continued crying softly and whispered, “Oh God, send my love to heaven.”