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>>From: Satria Pinandhita <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
>>Reply-To: Indonesian Students in the US <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
>>To: [EMAIL PROTECTED]
>>Subject: Will there be a tomorrow?
>>Date: Wed, 13 Oct 1999 21:19:23 -0400
>>
>> > 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 then you chased them and beat them up. After the 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 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 and he would
>>listen
>> > to what I had to say. I found him easy to talk to and I could talk to
>>him
>> > 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 to 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 that it was just a
>>friend
>> > kinda thing that I was feeling.
>> >
>> > All through high school and even through graudation 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 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 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
>> > computeranalyst. 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 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 till he
>>couldn't
>> > cry
>> > anymore.
>> >
>> > Finally, we went back to the house and talked about and laughed about
>> > what I had been going and 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 with him. When it came time for him to
>> > leave 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 told 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 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 her. Maybe that
>> > next day will never come at all.
>>
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