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… been touched by an angel with love

September 6, 2006 Leave a comment Go to comments

Reaching out...I was waiting for so long
For a miracle to come
Everyone told me to be strong
Hold on and don’t shed a tear

Through the darkness and good times
I knew I’d make it through
And the world thought I’d had it all
But I was waiting for you

Hush now I see a light in the sky
Oh it’s almost blinding me
I can’t believe I’ve been touched by an angel with love

Let the rain come down and wash away my tears
Let it fill my soul and drown my fears
Let it shatter the walls for a new sun
A new day has come

When it was dark now there’s light
Where there was pain now’s there’s joy
Where there was weakness I found my strength
All in the eyes of a boy

Life’s something like that… with we tending to hold onto something we love!!! 🙂  One should always speak out… else one wouldn’t know what others had to say in response to that!

All these thoughts remind me of a fable titled “Never be shy”

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. I wished she were 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 I handed them to her. She said “thanks” and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to tell her. I wanted 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. It was her on the other end. 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, a 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.

12th Grade: 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. She smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. I want her to be mine, but she doesn’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. A week passed. A month passed. 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 she 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. She 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, and I looked down at the coffin of the 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 were 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 myself, and I cried.

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  1. Fargz
    September 6, 2006 at 1:57 pm

    So someone is in love or wot?? 🙂
    When you feel cold and warm at the same time,
    when you read over the same line for the tenth time,
    when your heart and thoughts somehow appear to rhyme,
    and when a simple name conquers your whole mind,
    then you are in deep trouble my friend… you are in what they call, “love”.

  2. September 6, 2006 at 2:04 pm

    @ Fargz

    A touch with love could be of a comforting mother, a caring friend, a loving sibling or a special someone! So, it still doesn’t mean I’m in love!

  3. Fargz
    September 6, 2006 at 2:40 pm

    Ok MO I get it!! You can’t be cos it’s not yet the time as per yur “plans”!

  4. ??
    September 6, 2006 at 5:03 pm

    someone is getin senti these days huh??..”Dnt be sad coz its over.smile coz it happened” 🙂

  5. Md Abdul Qavi
    September 11, 2006 at 2:40 am

    Wah bhai wah..

    senti bana kar rakh diya..

    Cheers
    Qavi

  6. September 11, 2006 at 1:51 pm

    @ Md Abdul Qavi

    Gud to play with emotions at times…

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