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Message: Message: >>guyz, read this, pwomis, u
wont
regret it...
I have this special friend named John.
He was
very sweet and
caring.
He always checked on me and treated me
a 'special' person. Suddenly I
realized,
I was falling for him. On March 14, he
proposed
to
me and we became a
couple.
He remained sweet and loving to me. Every
14th
of the month he would
say, "Cheska, I have to tell you something..."
but
will not continue
it and say
it was nothing. I became curious, was he
about
to
break up with me?
But I
continued to trust him. our graduation is
coming --
on March 14, 4
years later.
I knew that after this night, my family and I
would
be leaving for
the states.
We knew this time would come, and I never
expected it to hurt so
much. But I
have to go and leave him. We promised to
stay
in
touch and never
forget each
other. he gave me a box of chocolates,
flowers,
pictures of us
together and a
locket. and so, I left with memories of John in
my
heart. We always e-
mailed
each other and communicated. I told him
how I
loved life here, I
partied every
Friday with my friends, went shopping...I was
living
the life I
always wished I
had. But I was never able to read John's last
letter
because of my
hectic
schedule. I promised myself to read it when I
found
the time. Then
suddenly, it
stopped (his letters and e-mails). I was
wondering
why he isn't
writing to me
anymore. But I understand maybe he has
work
to
do. He didn't even
greet me on
March 14. After several months still without
communication, I found
time to
read his last letter and it was the most
shocking
moment in my life --
Cheska,
This is my last letter to you. remember when I
was supposed
to tell you
something important but was never able to
do
so?
I wanted to tell you
that
my "moment" (it means death) is March 14,
exactly 1 year later after
you left
and 5 years after I proposed to you. That was
what
the doctor said. I
have this
sickness, I forgot what it was called. All I
know
is
that I'm going
to die
soon. I'm not telling you to come back after
reading this letter, I
just wanted
to let you know that I will always love you and
that
forever you will
be in my
heart. I love you Cheska. Thank you for
changing
me. Thank you for
everything.
Goodbye I'm gonna miss you
Lots of love,
John
I wanted to cry and shout his name. March 14
was 3 months
ago! He died
3 months ago! And I never knew because I
was
so
busy enjoying my life
here when
someone I loved so much was suffering from
an
unidentified sickness.
Up to this
day I still feel guilty, I could have been right
beside
John when he
was ill,
but I was here partying and eating my heart
out.
I
was so guilty. He
died.
John died. Until his last breath he wanted to
be
with me. But I
wasn't there.
I went back to the Philippines and visited his
grave.
In it was written, "To John, who loved Cheska
so much, may he
forever
rest in peace" And he died on March 14.
March
14, when this day
comes, I cry,
laugh, think and feel guilty, this day I feel
mixed
emotions. I hate
myself.
Why do I have to read his last letter when it
was
too late? Why do I
have to
leave anyway? These questions keep going
on
my
mind. But I can do
nothing now.
John is up there. I guess he wanted me to be
happy. I still love
John. And I
miss him so much.
If you don't want to feel the pain that i feel
right
now, repost dis message. Or else i will hunt
you
cause dis means you dont care about your
love...