The Confession

"I wish we could have been together even if our time was short so that at least I know that once in my life she was mine…"

I believe that every person has a story to tell. Some keep it in their hearts while some would rather tell it for the whole world to know. Some have happy endings, some with broken hearts. My story is no different to any other story. Other people may think of it as a love story while others view it as a tragedy. I have no intention to tell it to the whole world, I just want to tell you a story about love..
Back when I was sixteen, I fell in love with my girl bestfriend. She was sweet and nice, she is every resemblance of life itself. I knew I loved her more and more whenever we were together. To keep this story short, I hid my feelings for her for a long time but when our graduation day came I decided to tell her. I told her how much she meant to me and that I loved her more than everything else. I remember that she was crying, she took my hand and told me she loved me too. I felt ecstatic at that moment and I wanted to hug her, but then a sad smile crossed her face. She told me that we can never be together that even if we did love each other, we still can’t be. With that, she touched my face for the very last time and said goodbye. The happiest day of my entire life became a nightmare. That was the last time I saw her and talked to her. I did not hate her for what she did but it did hurt me.
Ten years had passed since I last saw her. I recall every minute that we were together. I still see her face every night and I fall asleep dreaming about her. I dreamed of the day that we could finally be together. Even though she said we can’t, I knew she loved me not just because she told me but because I felt it, I felt it most when she gave me her saddest smile. I had gathered my guts and I was ready to face her and fight for her. I hoped that her feelings for me haven’t changed.
When I knocked at their door for the first time in ten years, I felt anticipation I’ve long since forgotten. Her mother answered the door and when she saw me, she hugged me tight and said, “I’m sorry”. I could not understand why but before I had the chance to ask she led me to her room. The room was neat and peaceful but I did not see her. I looked at her mom and she started to cry. She told me the most devastating news I’ve heard. I walked out their house, tears falling from my eyes. I went to the place where I knew she’d be. When I arrived, I saw her, she was smiling, that sweet smile she used to give me. She looked like the most beautiful woman I’ve seen. I sat next to her and cried my heart out. I told her how I’ve loved her. That I did love her, I still love her and I’ll always will. She could no longer tell me how she felt and that hurts me most. I touched her tombstone as I closed my eyes trying to touch her for the very last time. While my hands stroke the cold marble I felt something carved ever so gently at the bottom that says, “I knew you’d find me, I’m sorry cause when you confessed your love for me, I knew I’d hurt you more if we stayed together. I was dying and I can’t let you have that kind of memory of me. I wanted our memory to be nice and peaceful. I’m sorry. But I do love you and I love you still..”
I have been loving the same girl for the past fifty years. My only regret is that, she could have told me, so that I could have been there when she needed me most. I could have loved her to last her a lifetime and we could have made memories that could last me a lifetime. I wish we could have been together even if our time was short so that at least I know that once in my life she was mine…