Chuyện Tình Buồn

[Happy]

Nếu bạn yêu một ai đó, hãy nói cho người ấy biết bạn đã yêu như thế nào. Đừng do dự, nếu không, bạn sẽ không có cơ hội để nói cho người ấy biết tình cảm của mình đâu.
Hãy đọc câu chuyện dưới đây và...còn chờ gì nữa mà không đến bên người mà mình yêu để nói với người ấy bạn đã yêu nhiều như thế nào.

<marquee>Con người thường áp đặt những suy nghĩ chủ quan của mình lên bản thân mà lại không cho mình cơ hội để xác định chính xác điều mà mình cần biết. Lúc trước Happy cũng thường hay như vậy vì nghĩ cho dù có hỏi, có nói ra cũng chẳng giúp được gì. *Sighs* khỏang thời gian đó đã qua rồi, sự thay đổi đó làm Happy cảm thấy hạnh phúc nhiều lắm.

[Sâu Róm]

Hay lắm H, bài viết rất hay. Cho dù bài này do chính H type hay Paste lại nhưng phải nói nó rất có ích cho chúng ta, cho những nguời đang tuổi mới lớn như thế này.
Quả thật, hãy sống thật với chính mình, hãy nói ra điều mình muốn nói. Đừng nghĩ rằng khi nói ra thì cũng chẳng giúp được gì vì khi bạn ko nói, bạn đã thất bại trước bản thân của mình, mà như thế thì làm sao mà thành công trong chuyện gì được cơ chứ.
Hãy sống hết mình, hãy yêu hết mình và hãy biết trân trọng những gì mình đang có. Đừng để sau này khi nó đã mất đi thì ta mới cảm thấy thật sự hối tíêc.

[Happy]

Thanks E-O-M nhiều&#33; Happy vô tình đọc được bài này và thấy rất thích nên đã post lên đây để chia sẻ với mọi người.
Happy quên đã không ghi vào đó chữ Sưu Tầm, bây giờ bổ sung vào nè. Một lần nữa, thanks vì đã nhắc nhở Happy. :)

[Dobepip]

Truyện này giống giống truyện này:

10th grade

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, and
wished she was mine. But she didn&#39;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 handed them to her. She said "thanks" and gave me a
kiss on the cheek. I wanted to tell her, I want her to know that I don&#39;t want
to be just friends, I love her but I&#39;m just too shy, and I don&#39;t know why.

>11th grade

The phone rang. On the other end, it was her. 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&#39;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,
one 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&#39;t want to be just friends, I love her but I&#39;m just too shy, and I don&#39;t know why.

>Senior year

The day before prom she walked to my locker. "My date is sick" she
said; he&#39;s not going to go well, I didn&#39;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&#33; I stared at her as she smiled at me
and stared at me with her crystal eyes. I want her to be mine, but she
doesn&#39;t think of me like that, and I know it. Then she said "I had the best
time, thanks&#33;" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want
her to know that I don&#39;t want to be just friends, I love her but I&#39;m just too
shy, and I don&#39;t know why.

>Graduation Day

A day passed, then a week, then a month. 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&#39;t
notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everyone
went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and cried as I hugged
her. Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and said, "you&#39;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&#39;t want to be just friends, I love her but I&#39;m just too
shy,and I don&#39;t know why.

>A Few Years Later

Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girl 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&#33;".
She said "thanks" and kissed me on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want
her to know that I don&#39;t want to be just friends, I love her but I&#39;m just too
shy, and I don&#39;t know why.

>Funeral

Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a 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 was mine, but he doesn&#39;t notice me like that, and I know it. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don&#39;t want to be just friends, I love him but I&#39;m just too shy, and I don&#39;t know why. I wish he would tell me he loved me&#33;
I wish I did too... I thought to my self, and I cried.



Hehe cứ mở lòng các bạn há, ko thì ân hận đó.