Why we should said "I LOVE YOU"

Take a time to read this story, hope you can find the answer :)

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'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'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. 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'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't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

Senior year
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 as she smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. I want her to be mine, but she isn'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, 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'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'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. 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!". 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
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'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 my self, and I cried.

Mother, I love you

Mamaku hanya punya 1 mata, aku membencinya..dia memalukan bagi aku. Dia memasak di SMP tmp aku sekolah untuk biaya hidup kami.
Hari itu dia datang ke kelas dan menyapaku. Aku sangat malu,lalu mengacuhkannya dan berlari pergi.

Keesokan harinya,teman2 mengejekku, ingin rasanya ak menghilang. Saat pulang,aku berteriak kepadanya "Kalau kau hanya ingin membuatku jdi bahan tertawaan,kenapa kau tidak mati saja?!" Aku benar2 marah saat itu.

Aku bertekad keluar dari rumah itu dan tidak berhubungan dengan dia sama sekali. Jadi,aku belajar dgn semangat dan akhirnya mendapat beasiswa belajar d singapura. Aku menikah,punya anak dan bahagia dgn kehidupanku.

Smp suatu hari,Mama dtg ke singapura untuk menjenguk,saat di dpn pintu,anak2ku melihat dan ketakutan,saat itu juga aku berteriak "Beraninya kau dtg k rumahku,pergi dari sini,kau hanya menakuti anak2!!" Dia terkejut dan menjawab "Maafkan saya,mungkin saya salah alamat"

Setahun kemudian,dtglah undangan reuni SMP. Aku hadir. Setelah itu,ak sempat melihat 1 rumah,dimana aku tinggal saat itu,hny ingin tahu dan kt seorg tetangga mama sudah meninggal,aku tidak meneteskan air mata. Tetanggaku memberikan surat yg Mama ingin aku membacanya.
"Anakku tercinta, aku memikirkanmu setiap saat, Maafkan aku saat datang ke singapura dan menakuti anak2mu dan juga maafkan aku membuatmu malu didepan teman2mu dulu.. Semoga kamu mengerti.. Waktu kecil kamu mengalami kecelakaan dan kehilangan 1 mata,sebagai Mama, aku tdk sanggup melihatmu tumbuh dengan 1 mata,jadi aku memberikan milikku.. Aku bahagia karena anakku akan memperlihatkan seluruh dunia untukku dengan mata itu..
-With ♥, Mama-
From the book LOVE-IN-SILENCE .
seorang ibu selalu memberikan yg terbaik untuk anaknya sekalipun dia berada diposisi yg paling terpuruk, ia akan slalu berkorban agar anaknya menjadi seseorang yg sukses utk kedepannya, broadcast BM ini kalau kalian syg sm mama ({}) .
i ♥ u mom now, tomorrow and till my last breath O:)

Tentang Sebuah Proses

Yakobus 1:2-3

Saudara-saudaraku, anggaplah sebagai suatu kebahagiaan, apabila kamu jatuh ke dalam berbagai-bagai pencobaan, sebab kamu tahu, bahwa ujian terhadap imanmu itu menghasilkan ketekunan.

Kita saat ini hidup dalam sebuah budaya instant. Mulai dari makanan hingga keberhasilan atau kesuksesan, kita inginkan yang instant, itu sebabnya tayangan-tayangan pencarian bakat banyak diminati.

Namun Allah tidak bekerja dengan cara instant ini. Dia membuat kita mencapai keberhasilan dengan menjalani proses. Tuhan ingin kita memiliki kesabaran dan stabilitas dalam diri kita sehingga kita “menjadi sempurna dan utuh dan tak kekurangan suatu apa pun.” (Yakobus 1:4).

F.B Mayer seorang pendeta Baptis asal Inggris pernah memberikan sebuah ilustrasi tentang proses yang menghasilkan kualitas ini seperti berikut: Sepotong besi seharga $2.50, kalau di tempa menjadi tapal kuda akan menjadi seharga $5. Jika ditempa menjadi jarum, harganya naik menjadi $175. Kalau ditempa dan dibentuk menjadi pisau silat harganya akan berlipatganda menjadi $1.625. Kalau dibentuk menjadi jarum penunjuk arloji, harganya melonjak lagi menjadi $125.000.

Setiap tempaan dan pembentukan terhadap besi tersebut akan meningkatkan nilai jualnya. Lebih banyak di tempa, dipukul, dibakar, maka nilainya semakin tinggi. Demikian juga dengan manusia. Jika Anda mengalami banyak pembentukan, tempan, dan ujian, maka karakter mulia yang ada di dalam diri Anda semakin terbentuk.

Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but everybody can start today and make a new ending

"Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but everybody can start today and make a new ending."