Kalau saya sih mendingan baca forwardnya bung Satria saja, daripada
mengikuti sidangnya TOMY & JERRY. Wah terima kasih buat forward-nya Bung
Satria, isteri saya sampai terharu bacanya.
Salam,
Dika
>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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