Don't Forget you are a Shining Star

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

yrs 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.

So "NEVER BE SHY TO SAY UR LOVE THAT U LOVE HER/HIM"

He met her on a party. She was so outstanding, many
guys chasing after her, while he was so normal, nobody
paid attention to him. At the end of the party, he
invited her to have coffee with him, she was
surprised, but due to being polite, she promised. They
sat in a nice coffee shop, he was too nervous to say
anything, she felt uncomfortable, she thought,
please,let me go home.. suddenly he asked the waiter:
would you please give me some salt? I'd like to put it
in my coffee."

Everybody stared at him, so strange! His face turned
red, but, still, he put the salt in his coffee and
drank it. She asked him curiously, why you have this
hobby?

He replied: "when I was a little boy, I was living
near the sea, I liked playing in the sea, I could feel
the taste of the sea , just like the taste of the
salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty coffee,
I always think of my childhood, think of my hometown,
I miss my hometown so much, I miss my parents who are
still living there".

While saying that tears filled his eyes. She was
deeply touched. That's his true feeling, from the
bottom of his heart. A man who can tell out his
homesickness, he must be a man who loves home, cares
about home,has responsibility of home.. Then she also
started to speak, spoke about her faraway hometown,
her childhood, her family. That was a really nice
talk,
also a beautiful beginning of their story. They
continued to date.

She found that actually he was a man who meets all her
demands; he had tolerance, was kind hearted, warm,
careful. He was such a good person but she almost
missed him! Thanks to his salty coffee!Then the story
was just like every beautiful love story, the princess
married to the prince, then they were living the happy
life... And, every time she made coffee for him, she
put some salt in the coffee, as she knew that's the
way he liked it.

After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter
which said:

"My dearest, please forgive me, forgive my whole life
lie. This was the
only lie I said to you---the salty coffee. Remember
the first time we
dated? I was so nervous at that time, actually I
wanted some sugar, but I
said salt It was hard for me to change so I just went
ahead. I never
thought that could be the start of our communication!
I tried to tell you
the truth many times in my life, but I was too afraid
to do that, as I have
promised not to lie to you for anything.. Now I'm
dying, I afraid of
nothing so I wanna tell you the truth: I don't like
the salty coffee, what
a strange bad taste.. But I have had the salty coffee
for my whole life!
Since Idon't wanna miss U, I never feel sorry for
anything I do for you.
Having you with me is my biggest happiness for my
whole life. If I can live
for the second time, still want to know you and have
you for my whole life.
Even though I have to drink the salty coffee again ,I
don't mind taking
that for you".

Her tears made the letter totally wet. Someday,
someone asked her: what's
the taste of salty coffee? It's sweet. She replied.