An Untold Story

Not once could I find the words. No time or place was ever just right for me to say “I love you”. We’ve been friends for seven years. I’ve loved you as far more than that for five of them. I waited too long and now you’re engaged. Do I keep my secret forever or tell you? W.F.

There is no greater agony
than bearing an untold story
inside you.
Maya Angelou

It’s Too Late…

If only I could have found courage to say how I truly felt things might be different now. We stayed just friends even though you wanted more. I didn’t know how to let you in although I’ve been in love with you for years. Now your heart belongs to another. It’s too late. 失恋

Love comes when manipulation stops;
when you think more about the other person
than about his or her reactions to you.
When you dare to reveal yourself fully.
When you dare to be vulnerable.
Dr. Joyce Brothers

Backward Glance of Regret

We’re friends who never should have been lovers. It’s my fault for believing fond affection between friends was the same as the romantic love between partners. I pushed. You went along. Now everything is all messed up, you’re gone and we’re not friends anymore. C.C.

There are those who pass like ships in the night,
who meet for a moment, then sail out of sight
with never a backward glance of regret,
folks we know briefly then quickly forget.
Then there are friends who sail together,
through quiet waters and stormy weather,
helping each other though joy and through strife.
And they are the kind who give meaning to life.

All My Secrets

I wish I could tell you things like I use to. You were the one I told all my secrets to. You were the one that I constantly wanted to be with. I wish you hadn’t left. I wish you hadn’t hurt me. I wish you were still my best friend. I miss you. V.H.

Sometimes I wish
I were a little kid again,
skinned knees are easier
to fix than broken hearts.