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Artist Info: Hi im Iuli Merino and I'm in Bell Middle School. I don't really like Bell much because of detentions and stuff you know....also if any of you know The_Dark_Hado and The_One_JK, they're a couple of my good friends at school. By the way, I like to tease them at school XD. My friends say that when i tease those two, they say whoever I tease is like who i hav a crush on. But, why would I? I dont even like them. I just tease them for fun razz There is someone I like at my school. So yeah if you know me from Bell Middle School, add me and private message me. 
 
 
Here are some Love Stories I found: 
 
Read this "HATE letter". It is so funny and creative. This is a loveletter from a boy to a girl.... However, the girl's father does not like him and want them stop their relationship......and so..the boy wrote this letter to the girl..he knows that the girl's father will definitely read this letter.. 
 
1 "The great love that I have for you 
2 is gone, and I find my dislike for you 
3 grows every day. When I see you, 
4 I do not even like your face; 
5 the one thing that I want to do is to 
6 look at other girls. I never wanted to 
7 marry you. Our last conversation 
8 was very boring and has not 
9 made me look forward to seeing you again. 
10 You think only of yourself. 
11 If we were married, I know that I would find 
12 life very difficult, and I would have no 
13 pleasure in living with you. I have a heart 
14 to give, but it is not something that 
15 I want to give to you. No one is more 
16 foolish and selfish than you, and you are not 
17 able to care for me and help me. 
18 I sincerely want you to understand that 
19 I speak the truth. You will do me a favor 
20 if you think this is the end. Do not try 
21 to answer this. Your letters are full of 
22 things that do not interest me. You have no 
23 true love for me. Good-bye! Believe me, 
24 I do not care for you. Please do not think that 
25 I am still your boyfriend." 
 
So bad!! However, before handing over the letter to the girl, the boy told the girl to "READ BETWEEN THE LINES", meaning-only to read 1.3.5.7.9.11.13.15.17.19.21.23.25. (Odd Numbers) So..Please try reading it again! It's so smart & sweet.... 
 
 
It's a cold February night. People are bustling through the streets, either pulling up their coat collars or wrapping scarves around their necks, trying to stay warm. 
 
It's so cold today. I'm standing at my window, looking at the people moving like little dots. Standing in a heated room, I'm beginning to pity those people. Why don't they go home? Do they plan on wandering until morning? 
 
"Almost time to go home! My boyfriend must be going crazy." One of the nurses breathe a sign of relief. "Still needs to work overtime on Valentine's Day. It's so unfair!" 
 
"You are fortunate." Another nurse says. "Some people don't have anyone waiting for them." 
 
"You mean Dr. Shu?" 
Like Sherlock Holmes, my ears perk up when I hear my name. 
"Do you remember how she lost control on this day last year?" 
"Of course I do." A nurse shudders. "I've never seen Dr. Shu like that. Crying and yelling, like she was crazy." 
They are talking about how I was last year. They are correct. I was out of control, like they said. 
"You can't blame Dr. Shu. If my boyfriend died in front of my eyes, I would probably go crazy as well." 
"Keep it down. She hasn't left work yet. She might hear you." 
The two nurses are too late. I heard the entire conversation through the canvas wall. 
"Dr. Shu, what are you doing standing here?" 
 
Just as I was deciding whether or not to reveal myself, another nurse exposed me. I awkwardly step out. The 2 nurses who discussed me start to blush. Their faces became redder than the bow on Valentine's Day chocolates. 
 
"I'm waiting to go home." I pretend that I didn't hear anything. 
"Dr. Shu, you must have gotten too involved in your work. It's already past time to go home. See you tomorrow. Happy Valentine's Day!" She waves goodbye. 
 
"Happy Valentine's Day." I wave back and watch the 2 nurses hurry away. 
 
That's fine. I was ready to go home anyway. Even though no lover is waiting for me, at least there's a lazy cat waiting for me to feed. 
 
After I come home, the first thing I do is feed the cat. I forgot when I first had the cat. Probably since last year's Valentine's Day. At that time, I was like an abandoned cat, with eyes filled with despair. Cats don't cry, I do. That's the only difference. 
 
"Better drink all the milk or I'll skin you." I threatened the cat. Her name is Christine, my least favorite English name. I don't know why I named the cat Christine. Christine meowed once to let me know she heard me, but her eyes are complaining about my severity. Her eyes remind me of someone I used to know, standing in front of me with eyes of rebellions. 
 
An year ago today, I had lunch with my boyfriend and took the opportunity to complain to him. 
 
"Today is Valentine's Day. Why didn't you give me any flowers?" 
 
He raised his eyebrow. "Why should I give you flowers? You are not my anyone." 
 
"Then... you should at least give me a card!" I pouted my lips, hurt by his tone. 
 
"I know, I know. After lunch, I'll send you an e-card." 
 
E-card. That sounds so impersonal, but that's the way he is. "You have to e-mail it to me. I'll be waiting." I excitedly smiled and planned to sneak home after lunch to check e-mail. Even though he wouldn't use any romantic words, I still looked forward to the card. 
 
"I can't stand you women. Why do you make such a big deal out of Valentine's Day??" He grumbled while eating his food. His comment induced me to fight with him again. 
 
"You are not romantic at all!! Don't you watch any Japanese drama?" 
 
"Japanese drama? I only watch Discovery Channel." 
 
"Your life is so boring." I made a face at him. "One recent drama was really good. You should have watched it." 
 
"What's that drama called?" He didn't believe in the love portrayed in TV and movies. He always thought they were lies. 
 
"It's called 'Story of A Century'." I gladly answered. 
 
"What kind of trashy plot did it have?" 
 
"What do you mean trash?? Show some respect!" I was so angry. "That drama was very touching, and the theme song was beautiful as well. It's called 'Only Love', performed by Nana Mouskouri." I wonder if he knew who Nana was. 
 
"Nana, I know her. A Greek singer with really expensive albums." 
 
"Her voice is worth it." Even though I secretly agreed with him, I couldn't bring myself to admit it. 
 
"Whatever." He glanced at his watch. "I'll give you 5 minutes to tell me the plot. After that, I'm leaving." 
 
I tried hard to explain 6 hours worth of story in just 5 minutes. The drama portrayed the love stories of 3 generations of women spanning 100 years, from 1901 to 2000. Each generation was portrayed by the same actress. The story was tear-jerking. 
 
"What's so touching about it?" He asked, after listening to the story. 
 
"Don't you think each generation's story is wonderful? If I have such great screen writing ability, I wouldn't be a doctor anymore. I would become a screenwriter." 
 
"If you become a screenwriter, I bet no one would watch the show. The TV station can go out of business." He quickly interjected. 
 
"I'm going back to work. Hurry and send me the card!" I was so mad that I went home immediately, not even finishing my coffee. 
 
As soon as I walked in my door, I turned on my computer and go online. 
 
 
Staring at the empty in-box, I began to reminisce about how we met. Maybe no one will believe me, but my boyfriend and I were actually neighbors. Our homes were only 1 wall away. Ever since we were kids, we liked to fight with each other all day long. I still remember when I moved to the country that year. Used to the city life, I couldn't get used to the simple life in the country. After school, I would just go home and do nothing. Whenever that happened, he would always come over to tease me. 
 
"Why are you staring off into space??" He loved to pull on my hair. "You're so ugly when you're doing nothing. But you're also not pretty when you smile." In other words, I'm really ugly. 
 
"You're the one who's ugly!" I pull back my hair. "If you think I'm so ugly, why do you visit me??" 
 
"Can't help it. My home is right next to your home." He argued. 
 
"Then I'll move!" The next day, I drew a line in the ground using some white chalk. A line that I forbid him to cross. 
 
That year, we were both in the 5th grade. We couldn't stand each other and hoped the other would move away. But 5 years passed, and neither of us moved. Not only that, we got into the same high school and into the same class. 
 
"You're that infamous couple." All the students and teachers in the school would say whenever they saw us. 
 
"We're not!" I always tried to explain. "We're only neighbors." At that time, I hated my parents for making us live next to him. 
"My standard is not that low." He would say. "Who wants her to be a girlfriend?? It's not like I don't have eyes." 
 
"Yes, I know your eyes are on top of your head." I really disliked him. "Better than having eyes on the bottom of my head like you." He implied that I couldn't judge guys. At that time, I had a crush on a senior. 
 
I didn't think that his sarcasm had a hidden meaning. After a while, I found out that the senior student had lots of girlfriends. When I cried about it, he silently passed me a handkerchief and awkwardly held me in his arms. 
 
"I told you he wasn't any good." He roughly comforted me. I cried in his arms the whole night, and began to see him in a different way. Things began to change between us. We still fought all the time, but he started to look at me differently. And I blushed and my heart beat faster when he was near. We both knew: we fell in love with each other. 
 
Even with this knowledge, neither of us said anything. Even though we would not be able to resist and kissed each other constantly. Even though we cared about each other's every moves. Both of us refused to admit our love. 
 
Time flew by quickly, and it was time to face separation. I chose to study medicine, and he chose physics. Yet we still couldn't separate from each other. Our parents worried that we didn't know anyone in Taipei, so they forced us to live in the same apartment building. Once again, we became neighbors. We still fought, but sometimes we fought into the bedroom. Alright, we became lovers, but we still wouldn't say we loved each other. We didn't even spend Valentine's Day together until he saw me share dinner with a man one Valentine's Day. That night, he waited for me in front of my door and said that he would take me out to dinner on Valentine's Day from then on. I have to say that he was very arrogant. But I nodded and accepted his request. Since then, we spent every Valentine's Day together. After graduation, I became an intern. He started a small computer company with some friends and became a programmer. We were busy with our own lives and had no time for a relationship. Three years later, I became a doctor, and his business began to boom. We separately moved to bigger apartments and stopped being neighbors. On the surface, we left each other. In reality, we were still together. We spent every Valentine's Day together but each year became more dreary than the next because he never told me he loved me even with all my hints. 
 
Facing the empty in-box, I suddenly grew very angry. He wouldn't say it and wouldn't send me a card. What did he mean? Who did he think I was? I called his cell phone. 
 
"Hello." He picked up the phone. 
 
"I didn't receive the card." I immediately showed my displeasure. 
 
"You didn't receive it?" He seemed really busy. "But I sent it." 
 
He was really busy but I didn't care. "I didn't receive it. Send it again." 
 
"Okay, I'll send you 100 times. Is that good enough??" He said with impatience. His tone further infuriated me. Is that how lovers speak to each other? 
 
"Don't bother sending it to me. And you don't have to pick me up tonight. 
 
I'll eat dinner by myself." 
 
"Don't be childish, ok? I'm really busy." 
 
"I AM childish!" I hung up the phone and tears rolled down my cheeks. 
 
Childish?? Why didn't he consider the situation? We've gone out for so many years and spent countless Valentine's Day together. I never received any flowers nor cards from him. Now, I just want a little e-card. Is that too much to ask for?? 
 
I unplugged the phone from the wall and turned off my cell phone. I didn't want to hear his explanations. After I returned to the hospital, I instructed the receptionist not to forward me any phone calls. I wanted to concentrate on work. 
 
Because there were so many emergencies today, I was sweating 1 hour later and forgot about our argument. 
 
"Dr. Shu, please take a look at that patient." 
 
As I was collecting my equipment, the shrill sound of an ambulance sounded outside the ER. When I stepped out the door, the emergency medics hurriedly wheeled in a gurney. 
 
"What happened to him?" I asked the 1st medic. Everyone else were trying to help put the patient on the gurney. He was covered with blood. 
 
 
"Car accident." The medic replied. "Very serious. He may die." 
 
I nodded and ran to the operating room with them. When I arrived, the nurses told me that the man had already stopped breathing and also his heartbeat also stopped 
 
"Prepare for shock." I calmly instructed the nurses. Saving people is our duty. We can't lose our calm. 
 
But when I saw who laid on the operating table, I lost my calm. That person was my boyfriend! 
 
"No..." I stood in shock. "NO!!!" I grabbed the paddles and continuously shocked his body. His body bounced up and down from the shocks. The scared nurses went to find another doctor, to tell him that I was crazy. 
 
I didn't know if I was crazy or not. I just wanted to save my lover. Even though we fought all the time. Even though he never showed me his love. I still wanted to save him. He still owed me a card. He couldn't die! I threw away the paddles and began to press on his heart. I pressed with all my strength, hoping it would revive him, but he didn't wake up. He didn't even say "It hurts". He just laid there with his eyes closed, punishing me with his silence. 
 
Dr. Jian angrily pushed me away. By that time, I couldn't see clearly anymore. I cried. I wailed. I bowled until no sounds could come out of my mouth. 
 
"It's too late, Dr. Shu. He's already dead. I'm sorry." Dr. Jian patted me on the shoulder. They knew each other and ate together once. I introduced them. 
 
"He can't die." I shook my head. "He can't die!!" I struggled to run to him. 
 
"Dr. Shu, control yourself!" Dr. Jian slapped me. "I understand what you're going through, but you're a doctor." 
 
Yes, I'm a doctor, but I'm also a regular person. How can Dr. Jian understand how I feel? I've loved him for so many years that it's become a habit. How can I just throw away a habit? Besides, he still owed me a card. "I want him to live! I want him to live!" I ran to him again and tried to knock the life back into his body. 
 
"Take her away!" That day, I lost my control and my professionalism. 
 
And that day happened to be Valentine's Day. 
 
Afterwards, I asked his co-workers why he left work early that day. 
 
They told me that after I hung up the phone, he tried to call me several times but couldn't reach me. Worried, he drove to the hospital to find me and got hit by a large truck on the way. 
 
When I heard this, I froze. My tantrum killed him. Just because of an unmailed card, he died. After that, I lost my privilege to be childish. 
 
Like an abandoned cat, I couldn't even cry anymore. After his death, I couldn't cry anymore, regardless of how touching the plot or how tear-jerking the dialogue. They didn't affect me anymore. 
 
Now, I'm only left with a cat and a seldomly used computer. Stepping over the cat, I turned on the computer. Even though I know no one will send me a mail, I still hoped that someone will remember me on this day. 
 
Meow, meow. I looked at Christine to see what's wrong. She finished her milk. I went into the kitchen to get her more milk then came back to look at the computer screen. 
 
I have.... 100 emails! Who would be bored enough to send me 100 junk mail? 
 
I was just about to delete them all when I received another mail, and this one said: "Because of system error, we could not send these until today. 
 
We apologize for the delay." The sender was my ISP. 
 
I looked at the 1st mail. It showed the send date is last year's Valentine's Day. My heart began to beat fast. Could he have sent these? 
 
With a trembling hand, I opened the mail. The first thing that popped up was a gorgeous red rose set against green leaves. Then a beautiful melody began to play.... "Only Love". I couldn't believe it. The rose was so beautiful and the music was so dreamy. I almost thought I was in a fantasy. Most touching of all were the words underneath the rose, because the words read like a beautiful poem. 
 
"Hwei." 
 
That's my name. 
 
"Knowing you so many years, I've never sent you any flowers. Today I send you a rose." 
 
I received it and it's so beautiful. 
 
"You know we are always fighting. We can never really open our hearts and tell each other how we feel." 
 
Yes, but it's all your fault for being so distant. 
 
"I know I always make you mad by the things I say." 
 
Good that you're admitting it. 
 
"But today I want to say to you: I'm sorry, and I love you." 
 
I waited so many years for those words. 
 
"And I want to tell you a good news. I finally saved enough money." 
 
You already have enough money. Why did you need so much? 
 
"So Hwei, let's get married!! I was afraid to propose to you, because I didn't trust in my ability to give you the good life you deserve. But now I've saved enough money so we don't have to wait anymore." 
 
Who wanted you to wait? I'm already yours. 
"Today, I use this card to propose to you. Will you marry me, Hwei? Will you?" 
 
That's the content of the whole card. Like a fool, I kept reading his words and talking to him. It's like I can hear his voice and see him again. 
 
As if it's back to 1 year ago with us constantly fighting. 
 
The song played over and over. Repeating Nana's heartbreaking voice. 
 
Only love can make a memory. Only love can make a moment last. You were there and all the world was young and all it's songs unsung. and I remember you then when love was all, all you were living for, 
and how you gave that love to me...." 
 
The lyrics of this song fits our love so closely. When he was alive, my world was so young. Every day, I could find a something different to fight with him about. But after he left, my life is only left with memories and coldness that will never go away. 
 
"Will you marry me?" 
 
When I read these words, my tears unconsciously came, wetting the keyboard. 
 
Will I? If he's in front of me, I will definitely kick him and call him a big fool. If I wasn't willing, I wouldn't have waited until today. 
 
So I moved the cursor over the "Reply" box, and typed the response that I've already prepared for so many years - "I will." 
 
I will - be by his side for the rest of my life. I will - fight with him forever. That is how I answered him, but the only response I got was the repeating song "Only Love." 
 
 
Nevertheless, I opened every single letter, accepted every singled rose, and typed the same response: "I will." 
 
I replied 100 times, and "Only Love" played 100 times. In this cold Valentine's night, the line that's been broken for 1 year finally got reconnected. 
 
I answered you. What about you? 
 
 
Sad Doll Story: 
I have a boyfriend who grew up with me. His name is Jin. I always thought of him as a friend until last year, when we went to a trip from a club. I found that I fell in love with him. Before that trip was over, I took a step and confessed my love for him. And soon, we became a pair of lovers, but we loved each other in different ways. I always concentrated on him only, but by his side, there were so many other girls. To me, he was the only one, but to him, maybe I was just another girl… 
 
“Jin, do you want to go watch a movie?” I asked. 
“I can’t” 
“Why? You need to study at home?” I felt disappointment grabbing me. 
“No… I am going to meet a friend…” 
 
He was always like that. He met girls in front of me, like it was nothing. To him, I was just a girlfriend. The word ‘love’ only came out from my mouth. Since I knew him, I had never heard him say ‘I love you’ before. To us, there weren’t any anniversaries at all. He didn’t say anything from the first day and it continued till 100 days…200days… Everyday, before we say goodbye, he would just hand me a doll, everyday, without fail. I don’t know why… 
 
Then one day… 
 
Me: Um, Jin, I … 
Jin: What…don’t drag, just say.. 
Me: I love you. 
Jin: ……you….um, just take this doll and go home. 
That was how he ignored my ‘three words’ and handed me the doll. Then he disappeared, like he was running away. The dolls I received from him everyday, filled my room, one by one. There were many… 
Then one day came, my 15th year old birthday. When I got up in the morning, I pictured a party with him, and stranded myself in my room, waiting for his call. But… lunch passed, dinner passed… and soon the sky was dark… he still didn’t call. It was already tiring to look at the phone anymore. Then around 2am in the morning, he suddenly called me and woke me from my sleep. He told me to come out of the house. Still, I felt joy and I ran out happily. 
Me: Jin… 
Jin: Here…take this… 
Again, he handed me a little doll. 
Me: What’s this? 
Jin: I didn’t give it to you yesterday, so I am giving it to you now. I’m going home now, bye. 
Me: Wait, wait! Do you know what today is? 
Jin: Today? Huh? 
I felt so sad, I thought he would remember my birthday. He turned around and walked away like nothing had happen.Then I shouted… “Wait…” 
Jin: You have something to say? 
Me: Tell me, tell me you love me… 
Jin: What?! 
Me: Tell me 
I put my pathetic self behind and clung on to him. But he just said simple cold words and left. 
“I don’t want to say…that I love someone so easily, if you are desperate to hear it, then find someone else.” 
That was what he said. Then he ran off. My legs felt numb… and I collapsed to the ground. He didn’t want to say it easily… How could he…. I felt that… Maybe he is not the right guy for me… 
After that day, I stranded myself at home crying, just crying. He didn’t call me, although I was waiting. He just continued handing me a little doll every morning outside my house. That’s how those dolls piled up in my room… everyday 
 
After a month, I got myself together and went to school. But what made the pain resurface was that… I saw him on a street… with another girl… He had a smile on his face, one that he never showed me…as he touched the doll… I ran straight back home and looked at the dolls in my room, and tears fell… Why did he gave these to me… Those dolls are probably picked out by some other girls…In a fit of anger, I threw the dolls around. Then suddenly, the phone rang. It was him. He told me to come out to the bus stop outside my house. I tried to calm myself down and walked to the bus stop. I kept reminding myself that I am going to forget him, that… it’s going to end. Then he came into my sight, holding a big doll. 
 
Jin: Jo, I thought you were pissed, you really came? 
I couldn’t help hating him, acting like nothing had happen and joking around. Soon, he held out the doll as usual… 
Me: I don’t need it. Jin: What….why… 
I grabbed the doll from his hands and threw it on the road. 
Me: I don’t need this doll, I don’t need it anymore!! I don’t want to see a person like you again! 
I spitted out all the words that were inside me. But unlike other days, his eyes very shaking. 
“I’m sorry” He apologized in a tiny voice. He then walked over to the road to pick up the doll… 
Me: You stupid! Why are you picking up the doll?! Just throw it away!!! 
 
But he ignored me and just went to pick the doll. Then… 
 
Honk~ Honk~ 
With a loud honk, a big truck was heading towards him. 
“Jin! Move! Move away!” I shouted… But he didn’t hear me, he squatted down and picked up the doll. 
“Jin, move!” HONK~!! “Boom!” That sound, so terrifying. 
That’s how he went away from me. That’s how he went away without even opening his eyes to say one word to me. 
After that day, I had to go through everyday with guiltiness and the sadness of losing him… And after spending two months like a crazy person… I took out the dolls. 
 
Those were the only gifts he left me since the day we started going out. I remembered the days I spent with him and started to count the days… when we were in love… 
 
“One…two… three…” That was how… I started to count the dolls… 
“Four hundred and eighty four… four hundred and eighty five…” It all ended with 485 dolls. 
I then started to cry again, with a doll in my arms. I hugged it tightly, then suddenly… 
 
“I love you~, I love you~” I dropped the dolls, shocked. 
 
“I….lo..ve…you??” I picked up the dolls and pressed its stomach. 
 
“I love you~ I love you~” It can’t be! I pressed all the dolls’ stomach as it piled on the side. 
“I love you~” 
“I love you~” 
“I love you~” 
Those words came out non-stop. I…love you… Why didn’t I realize that….That his heart was always by my side, protecting me. Why didn’t I realize that he love me this much… I took out the doll under the bed and pressed it’s stomach, that was the last doll, the one that fell on the road. It had his blood stain on it. The voice came out, the on that I was missing so much… 
 
“Jo…Do you know what today is? We’ve been loving each other for 486 days. Do you know what 486 is? I couldn’t say I love you…. Um… since I was too shy… If you forgive me and take this doll, I will say that I love you… everyday… till I die… Jo… I love you…” 
 
 
The tears came flowing out of me. Why? Why? I asked god, why do I only know about all this now? He can’t be by my side, but he loved me until his last minute… 
 
For that… and for that reason… to me… it became courage… to live a beautiful life. 
 
 
Message: Peter and Tina are sitting in the park doing nothing, but just gazing into the sky, while all their friends are having fun with their beloved half. 
Tina: I'm so bored. Just wish I have a boyfriend now to spend time with. 
Peter: I guess we're the only leftovers. We're the only person who isn't with a date now. 
(both sigh n silence for a while) 
Tina: I think I have a good idea. Lets play a game 
Peter: Eh? What game? 
Tina: Eem..It's quite simple. You be my boyfriend for 100 days and I'll be your girlfriend for 100 days. what do you think? 
Peter: Oookay..Anyway I don't have any plan for the next few months. 
Tina: You sound like you aren't looking forward to it at all. Cheer up. Today will be our first day and our first date. Where should we go? 
Peter: What about a movie? I heard that there is a really great movie in theater now. 
Tina: Seems like I don't have any better idea than this. Lets move. (went to watch their movies and sent each other home) 
 
Day 2: 
Peter and Tina went to a concert together, and Peter bought Tina a keychain with a star. 
 
Day 3: 
They went shopping together for a friend's birthday present. Share an ice-cream together and hugged each other for the first time. 
 
Day 7: 
 
Peter drove Tina up onto a mountain and they watch the sunset together. When the night came and the moon glowed, they said sat on the grass gazing at the stars together. A meteor passed by. Tina mumbled something. 
 
Day 25: 
Spend time at a themepark and got onto rollercoasters, and ate hotdogs and cotton candy. Peter and Tina got in the haunted house and Tina grabbed someone's hand instead of Peter's hand by accident. They laughed together for a while. 
 
Day 67: 
They drove pass a circus and decided to get in to watch the show. The midget asked Tina to play a part as his assistant in the magic show. Went around to see other entertainments around after the show. Came to a fortune teller and she just said "Treasure every moment from now on" and a tear rolled down the fortune teller's cheek. 
 
Day 84: 
Tina suggested that they go to the beach. The beach wasn't so crowded that day. They had their first kiss with each other just as the sun is setting. 
 
Day 99: 
They decided to have a simple day and is deciding to have a walk around the city. They sit down onto a bench. 
 
1:23 pm 
Tina: I'm thirsty. Lets rest for a while first. 
Peter: Wait here while I go buy some drinks. What would you like? 
Tina: Eem...Apple juice will be just fine. 
 
 
1:43 pm 
Tina waiting for about 20 minutes and Peter havent return. Then someone walked up to her. 
Stranger: Is your name Tina? 
Tina: Yes, and may I help you? 
Stranger: Just now down there on the street a drunk driver has crashed into a guy. I think its your friend. 
Tina ran over to the spot with the stranger and sees Peter lying on the floor with blood over his face and her apple juice still in his hands. The ambulance came and she went to the hospital with Peter. Tina sat outside the emergency room for five and a half hours. The doctor came out, and he sigh. 
 
11:51 pm 
Doctor: I'm sorry, but we did the best we could. He is still breathing now but God would take him away from us very soon. We found this letter inside his pocket. 
 
The doctor hands over the letter to Tina and she goes into the room to see Peter. He look weak but peaceful. Tina read the letter and then she burst into tears. Here is what the letter said. 
 
Tina, 
Our 100 days is almost over. I had fun with you during all these days. Although you may be greedy sometimes and less thoughtful, but these all brought happiness into my life. I have realize that you are a really cute girl and blamed myself for never taken the time to knowing that. I have nothing much to ask for, but I just wish that we can extend the day. I want to be your boyfriend forever and wish that you can be beside me all the time. Tina, I love you. 
 
 
11:58 
Tina: (sobbing) Peter. Did you know what was the wish I made on the night there was a meteor. I asked God to let us last forever. We were suppose to last 100 days so Peter! You can't leave me! I LOVE YOU, but can you come back to me now? I love you Peter. I LOVE YOU. 
 
As the clock struck twelve, Peter's heart stopped beating. It was 100 days. 
 
NOTE* 
Tell the guy or girl that you love them before 
its too late. You never know whats going to 
happen tomorrow. You never know who will be 
leaving you and never return..... 
 
Next story -sniff- 
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. 
 
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. 
 
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 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. 
 
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. 
 
I Love You 
 
Send this to all the people that you love! Even if you dont love someone send it to them....just to let them no that your thinking about them!! 
 
 
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.
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