Once in my life, I met a friend. A special person who means a lot to me (can be worth as my life. yes.). We shared the same dreams...of having simple life in a farm, of planning to ride in a boat, of having kids of maybe two or 3...we even quarrel for petty things. ..We love each other...we love each other so much because we are FRIENDS...

One night we went out...we spent time together in seashore while watching the sun slowly setting...and the water flowing into our feet. There he honestly confessed. He said…"I have this feeling, but still I have to be sure about this. I need to know if it is for real..."

I just listen…..listen while looking into his eyes and playing his fingers... (I’m used in playing his fingers and yes his feet too. I miss it...) ,then he asked me…"You, what you feel?"...and I grab his hand, put it in my heart then asked him..."what is the message?” He smiled…I laughed....( this can't be...we are BEST FRIENDS)...we ended up holding hands...( we are that sweet….but believe me we are FRIENDS)....

Since that night…we never see each other again...he went away for a job...and I go on with my life...we became apart...

One day I discovered that he made a girl pregnant...he need to marry her...he need to be a father. My sister asked me if it hurts...I answered , NO, WE ARE ONLY FRIENDS...but deep inside my heart is bleeding...slowly dying. ...

If only in that night I said what I really feel...and never answer him with my laughs...maybe…maybe we made that dream a true one...but not now...it is late.
Until now we are good friends but there were times I wanted to ask...what his true feelings are though I know it is the same as what I felt BEFORE when we are BEST OF FRIENDS...

It is so sad to be late...and so late to be sad....
IT IS ALL OVER....

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