Yes, آپ may say everything happens for a reason but this was different in so many ways.
I used to listen to him mumbling and crying down the telephone, his eyes pouring full of salty tears as he explained his passionate love and how she broke his heart, over and over again and he never understood how much it hurt. He asked me to come over, so I did. After packs and packs of cookie dough ice-cream and a boring black and white movie, he was about to fall alseep. He looked at me, کہا "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. 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 watched him get dumped over and over again. When prom came around his تاریخ was 'sick' and I wasn't even going to go, so we decided just to go as 'best friends'. After it was all over he drove me home. Then he told me 'it was better with you, thanks' and he kissed my cheek. 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.
A few years past. I was still his best friend, nothing more. Now I sit in the pews of the church. I watched him say his 'I do' to the girl he loved which was never me. I wanted him to be mine, but he didn't see me like that. As soon as I was about to drive away he ran to me 'you came!!, thanks' and he hugged me tightly, I didn't want to let go. 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.
Years later i sat in the church again. I looked upon the cofin with flowers bedding around it, of the man who was my 'best friend'. I was crying into my tissue, but I looked up as they کہا my name in one of his diary pages, that the wrote in High School. It read:'I stare at her and I wish she was mine, but she doesnt look at me like that, 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. I wish she would tell me she loved me!!!'
I cryed holding the pendent دل he gave me around my neck and whispered 'I wish I did too...'
Then from up above, I swear I heard an 'I love آپ too...'
I used to listen to him mumbling and crying down the telephone, his eyes pouring full of salty tears as he explained his passionate love and how she broke his heart, over and over again and he never understood how much it hurt. He asked me to come over, so I did. After packs and packs of cookie dough ice-cream and a boring black and white movie, he was about to fall alseep. He looked at me, کہا "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. 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 watched him get dumped over and over again. When prom came around his تاریخ was 'sick' and I wasn't even going to go, so we decided just to go as 'best friends'. After it was all over he drove me home. Then he told me 'it was better with you, thanks' and he kissed my cheek. 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.
A few years past. I was still his best friend, nothing more. Now I sit in the pews of the church. I watched him say his 'I do' to the girl he loved which was never me. I wanted him to be mine, but he didn't see me like that. As soon as I was about to drive away he ran to me 'you came!!, thanks' and he hugged me tightly, I didn't want to let go. 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.
Years later i sat in the church again. I looked upon the cofin with flowers bedding around it, of the man who was my 'best friend'. I was crying into my tissue, but I looked up as they کہا my name in one of his diary pages, that the wrote in High School. It read:'I stare at her and I wish she was mine, but she doesnt look at me like that, 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. I wish she would tell me she loved me!!!'
I cryed holding the pendent دل he gave me around my neck and whispered 'I wish I did too...'
Then from up above, I swear I heard an 'I love آپ too...'
