chances...

Born2BeWacky

Trần Thùy Linh
(Born2BeWacky)

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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.


In ur life, not so many good chances come to u...and if u dont know how to catch them, they'll pass by and u'll live in regret 4ever...So, if u love someone, just tell them that u do. Be brave and good luck!!

:x
 
wow... i read this story about a year ago, but now, after reading this again, I still get goose bump..
A sad story.. beautiful but sad..
 
I dont think it's funny, maybe the guy is introvertive... so are many others...:)
btw, here is another 'story' I read not long ago :)

It had been raining for more than a week, so much rain it made everyday seemed so restless and gloomy. She called and said she was coming up. It was the third time she came up to see me that week. I carried her excuse of why she came all the way here and went to meet her at the nearby seven-eleven. She was standing there alone, carrying her red umbrella. Her friend had dropped her off. It was raining and she was shivering. She looked weak and fragile in the harsh rain, wearing not enough to keep her warm.

I walked up to her and said, "You shouldn't come see me anymore," and stuff like how we shouldn't be together.

She said, "I miss you."

I told her coldly, "Lets go, I'll take you home."

She did not open up her umbrella, I knew she wanted to share mine.

I said, "Open up your umbrella, let's go."

Unwillingly, She opened up her umbrella and walked with me to the car. She said she hadn't eat lunch or dinner and asked if we could stop at some place to eat.

Right away I answered with a stoned heart, "No!"

Disappointed, she asked me to take her to the train station, she said she would take the train back home.

Maybe it was the rain, all the trains were full of people with umbrellas and suit cases who were eager to get home, not caring about who just passed by. We waited and waited, she looked at me innocently. Being together for so long, of course I knew what she meant. I understand how she must feel when she came all this way here in this kind of weather and I treat her like this. With her soft eyes staring at me, I felt guilt and wanted to let her stay for the night.

But reality struck again, I said to her coldly, "Let's go try the other train station."

We were living in the same apartment building, on the same floor. Back then there were four of us, and we got along well. We would always eat dinner together, watch movies, and sometimes go camping. We were more like a family, but I didn't know I would end up falling in love with the only girl of the four. Maybe it was during the last year of college, having living together for two years, we developed deep feelings for each other. After she graduated she went back home, and I stayed for one more year to finish school. During that year I was only able to take the train down to see her on holidays, but never for long. That was how we kept the treasured relationship.

We were walking along the side of the road. She was in front of me and I was right behind her. Her umbrella had a broken spoke. She looked liked a wounded soldier, carrying her rusted rifle walking weakly. Many times, she was too into thinking or whatever she was doing, drifting off the road, she almost got hit by the cars passing by. I wanted to just take her in my arms, but with the love I had for her and the constant pain in my stomach, I did nothing. On the way, we passed by the park where we use to always go.

She begged and said, "Lets go in the park just for a little while please, I promise I'll go home right after this."

With her begging, my cold heart softened, but I still put up an annoyed face and walked in the park. I was just sitting on the benches looking like I wanted to leave. She went to the big oak tree and she was looking for something. I knew she was looking for what we wrote on that tree with a silver ink pen half a year ago. If I remember it right, it said, "Chris and Susan was here, Chris had tea and Susan was drinking hot chocolate. Hope Chris and Susan would always remember this day, always loving each other, forever." She was looking around for quite a while, then she came back slowly with tears on her face.

She said, "Chris, I can't find it, it's not there anymore."

I felt so sour inside, there was a stream of pain, flowing into my heart, the kind of pain I've never felt before. But all I could do was pretend I didn't care, and said, "Can we go now?"

I opened up my big black umbrella, she was just standing there, didn't want to leave yet, hoping there was still a chance. She said, "You made up the story of you and that other girl didn't you? I know I frustrate you sometimes, but I'll change, can't we start over?"

I didn't say a word, just looked down and shook my head. After that we just kept on walking towards the train station, didn't say a word to each other.

Four years ago, the doctor said I had cancer, but it was found early, so it was still curable. Thinking that it was okay, I started living my normal life again, and even forgot about the cancer. I didn't think about the cancer again and did not go back to the doctor. Until a month ago, my stomach was hurting for two weeks straight, and the nightmare awakened me again. First I thought the pain wouldl go away, but it grew stronger until to the point that I couldn't take it anymore. I went back to the doctor and took an X-ray. The picture came out and there was a big black spot, which proved the truth that I did not want to believe. I was at the most glittering part of my life, but it was coming to an end. I wanted myself and the people around me to go through the least pain possible, so I decided to commit suicide. But I couldn't let people find out about my intentions, especially Susan, the person I love the most in this whole world, who still doesn't know about the truth. Susan was still young, she shouldn't have to go through this. So I made up some stories and lied to her. It was a cruel thing to do, and it broke her heart, but it was the fastest way to wipe out three years's feelings. I didn't have much time, because I would soon start to loose hair and she would find out eventually. But now I'm close to succeeding, this drama would soon be over. Thirty minutes more this would all come to an end, that was what I had in mind.

The train had stopped running so I called a taxi for her. We were just standing there, waiting, loosing our last moments in silence.

I saw the taxi from far away, I held my tears and said to her, "Take care of yourself, take good care of yourself."

She didn't talk, just nodded lightly, and then opened up her misshaped umbrella and stepped out on the street. Out in the rain, we became two single life forms, one red, one black, so far away from each other. I opened the door for her and she got in, then I close the gate that would separate me from her forever. I stood by the car, staring in the dark window, at the first love in my life, also the last one, walking out of my life. The car started, driving into the street. Finally I couldn't hold my sorrow and the twist in my heart any longer, waving my arms rapidly chasing after the taxi, because I knew, this would be the last time I see her. I wanted to tell her I still love her, I wanted to tell her to stay, I wanted to tell her so much, but the taxi had already turned in the corner. Warm tears kept falling down my face, blended with the cold rain drops. I was cold, not because of the rain. I was cold inside.

She left, and I didn't get anymore of her phone calls even until today. I know she didn't see my tears, because they were washed away by the rain. I left without regrets. But I'm not Chris, I'm that girl Susan, using my memory, and his diary I found after one year since he left, writing down these last words.
:)
 
Duy....wat a sad story...>__<...wat were u thinking collecting these terribly sad stories :D....T__T a wonderfully poignant one.

Nhân: let's see how better u'd do if u were in their situation :D...i don't know if i'd have the courage to do otherwise or not...hope i'll be able to>__<...a very beautiful story too LinhT___T...
 
I think this song somehow speaks for the charaters in the first story. Click here to download, it's quite a cool song http://www.streamload.com/Deliver/D...om/Nodes/InboxDetail.asp?View=1&drid=15624844

True - Ryan Cabrera

I won't talk
I won't breathe
I won't move till you finally see
that you belong with me

You might think
I don't look
but deep inside in the corner of my mind
I'm attatched to you
mmmm

I'm weak
it's true
cause I'm afraid to know the answer
do you want me too?
cause my heart keeps falling faster

[chorus]
I've waited all my life to cross this line
to the only thing thats true
so I will not hide
i'ts time to try anything to be with you
all my life I've waited
this is true

you don't know
what you do
everytime you walk into the room
I'm afraid to move

I'm weak
it's true
I'm just scared to know the ending
do you see me too?
do you even know you meant me!

[Chorus]
I've waited all my life to cross this line
to the only thing thats true
so I will not hide
its time to try anything to be with you
all my life I've waited
this is true

I know when I go
I'll be on my way to you
the way that's true

[chorus]
I've waited all my life to cross this line
to the only thing thats true
so I will not hide
its time to try anything to be with you
all my life I've waited
this is true
 
Phước, Nhân is a darn extrovert who'd rather choose a girl's refusal than his quiescence. I feel you're just the same hehe
 
The story I posted meant to encourage people to "catch chances",tell their feelings to those they are in love with...However, do u think that a girl should have such kinda movement first? If you boy are being seduced by a girl, what will u think about her? Will u b happy or will u think that this girl is too aggressive and try to avoid her?


@ Nhân: I couldnt listen 2 ur song...guess there might b some probs w/ the link :)
 
There are no compulsions on girls not to make the first move. The issue is how they make it.

Obviously they shouldn't be obtrusive showing affection as that mangles what guys like of them. Some feminine indicative signals will hopefully work. Yet if they fail, girls should give up there and be content with being friends. Don't stake dignity on further try.

I'm not being chauvinistic. The same thing happens to guys. It's just that guys have more chance of success. As to this issue I admire girls for how they can fall for guys pursuing them. Guys barely do the same. They're more adventurous and like the feeling of being a winner, if you know what I mean.

Normally guys (I'm not talking about gays) treasure affection girls keep for them. As long as girls know how to preserve their dignity, no guys have the heart to avoid them.

The reason why I think the story is funny is the girl, who claims to love the guy so much, has rather experienced another love affair than told him she loves him. That unreasonable detail negates the meaning of the story and makes it no more than a treacly fable.

Linh, it's not a possibility the link doesn't work. I've just finished downloading the song on sending this reply :)
 
The story I posted meant to encourage people to "catch chances",tell their feelings to those they are in love with...However, do u think that a girl should have such kinda movement first? If you boy are being seduced by a girl, what will u think about her? Will u b happy or will u think that this girl is too aggressive and try to avoid her?
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If he does so...he's not worth of ur love...wat's wrong of being strongly emotional about wat one feels...and wat's wrong of expressing it? (of course with a mutual understand that one's expression should harm no others)

Obviously they shouldn't be obtrusive showing affection as that mangles what guys like of them. Some feminine indicative signals will hopefully work. Yet if they fail, girls should give up there and be content with being friends. Don't stake dignity on further try.
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u should weigh the stake and the prize here....the stake is ur dignity, the prize is the beautiful happiness u long for so long and so bad...u should make the choice for urself.

The reason why I think the story is funny is the girl, who claims to love the guy so much, has rather experienced another love affair than told him she loves him. That unreasonable detail negates the meaning of the story and makes it no more than a treacly fable
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maybe the girl tried to make the guy jealous and angry enough to do something.(just my opinion)

It's like the theory that, one would attempt to get back wat once belonged to that person. (it's more like loss and redemption: one usually doesn't treasure wat one has until it is taken away from him/her, and then he/she tries to get it back)

Dignity? It depends, if u think ur love for one is greater than ur love for urself...then dignity should be sacrificed for that love.
 
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I totally agree with Mr Nhân that the boy in the first story is just stupid. He is not enough to be a guy. He's not worth of the beautiful female friend ( with perfect body ;) ) he had ( I wish he knew that how hard it would be to even just "know" a beautiful girl, not to say be a friend of hers - beauty is rare :) )
That would be more reasonable if he thought that saying out his feelings would harm their relationship as "bestfriends". But it's not. /:) /:)
 
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Trần Thùy Linh đã viết:
@ Nhân: I couldnt listen 2 ur song...guess there might b some probs w/ the link :)
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Sorry miss Linh. I just know Streamload allows only me to download what I've uploaded :D
 
For the first story, for some reason, i thought it was between 2 girls. would make more sense and be more lovely that way :) otherwise, the guy is naught but a loser :mrgreen:
 
chances... and choices...

life is a series of choices. let's choose to speak up or to keep silent. choose to be known or invisible forever. and, sometimes, hardly, choose your dignity, your ego, your principles or to burn yourself into the other...

I had my choice. I had it...
 
Duy đại ca: it's a great story

Anyways, I assume you've left Minneapolis? So... how was your stay? ^^

Anh Trọng Nhân, ^^ I must be stupid because I did the same thing like the girl. Silly me ^^.

Funny, I was thinking the same line as bro Hoàng Long, I truly did misunderstood that those were two girls. @_@
 
For the song, here you go:
http://members.nghenhac.info/upload5/true.wma
For you gus who look into the song and smilling.
Consider you are right. that guy is stupid (which mean I am, also, hard to accept it), but the point of the story is not how stupid the main charracter is, but how his love is. Maybe he is stupid keeping his true love in silience, but at less, he has a true love. Look again at yourself. Do you ?
 
i think that it's quite difficult to say "I love you"!But nothing is impossible ì you try your best!
This story is very very very great!
 
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