Connecting dots

The first thing I've met before writing that was choosing a suitable name for it, I had many names in my mind but finally, I've chosen the name "Connecting dots" impressed by the famous saying "It is just human nature to take time to connect the dots, I know that. But I also know that there can be a day of reckoning when you wish you had connected the dots more quickly." ( Al Gore, in An Inconvenient Truth ). We will forget the reason why that was said and you'll understand what I meant after reading the story fully

Few days ago I received that story from a friend. I knew afterward that story happened few years ago. I rewrote it with my own style, changed some events but at the end I tried not to lose the main idea and the main lesson of the story...



10th grade

As I sat there in English class, I looked at that girl. She was my so called "best friend". I looked at her and wished she was mine. But I think she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. After the class, she came to me and asked me for the lessons she had missed the day before and I handed them to her. She said "thanks, You are my best friend...". I wanted to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friend, 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, crying, mumbling on and on about how her love had broken her heart. She asked me to come because she didn't want to be alone in those moments, so I did. As I sat next to her, I looked at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. I talked to her so long and we laughed together, After 3 hours, she decided to go home. She looked at me, said "thanks, You are my best friend...". I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friend, 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 any of us had dates, we would go together just as "Friends" and so we did. At the Prom night, after everything was over, I was standing with her at the front door step. I looked at her as she smiled and looked at me with her beautiful eyes. I want her to be mine, but I think she isn't think of me like that, and I knew it. Then she said "I had the best time, thanks, You are my best friend...". I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friend, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.


Graduation Day

Days, weeks and months passed. Before I could blink, it was the graduation day. I watched her as a perfect girl floated like an angel up on stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine, but I think 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!" I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friend, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.


A Few Years Later

Now I sit in there, in one of the famous hotels. It was a great wedding. 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 I think 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, You are my best friend..." 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

Many Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my "Best friend". She died before knowing that she was the love of my life, I didn't love any one except her. It's very difficult when you feel so much but you can't say a word. We shared happy and sad times together. We laughed and cried together. Dreamed and hoped together since we were children. At the service, they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years. That was what it read: "I looked at him wishing he was mine, but I think he doesn't notice me like that, and I knew it. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don't want to be just friend, 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 loved him so much and I won't love any one except him" I thought to my self, and I cried.

I hope that every one learned the lesson.

"Try to connect the dots more quickly. Tell him/her that you loved them, they won't be there forever..."